They think so small, they use small words. But not me, I'm smarter than that, I've worked it out. I'm stretching my mouth to let those big words come on out.

With no guilt and no shame, no sorrow or blame. Whatever it is, we are all the same.

In your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches.

I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear.

You can blow out a candle, but you can't blow out a fire.

The dream is a world in which anyone who has anything bad happen to them has a chance of getting their story uploaded, being seen, being watched.

Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle.