I'm in a constant process of thinking about things.

I don't know these people and they aren't my flowers.

I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come.

I daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the cafeteria.

The heart is something else. Nobody knows what's going to happen,' I said

My teachers could easily have ridden with Jesse James for all the time they stole from me.

Our names were made for us in another century.