God, here and there, makes madness a calling.
I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?
You don't have to turn on the TV set. You don't have to work on the Internet. It's up to you.
It was in their friendship they just wanted to run forever, shadow and shadow.
Stuff your eyes with wonder.
Nobody listens anymore. I can't talk to the walls because they're yelling at me, I can't talk to my wife; she listens to the walls. I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough it'll make sense. And I want you to teach me to understand what I read.