Slotted spoons don't hold much soup.

You have to be submitted for the Pulitzer, and unbeknownst to us, a choral director whom I know had submitted us.

Content dictates form and style.

Can't we just pursue our lives With our children and our wives Till that happy day arrives How do you ignore All the witches All the curses All the wolves, all the lies The false hopes, the goodbyes . . .

Sometimes people leave you Halfway through the wood Others may decieve you You decide what's good You decide alone But no one is alone

Perpetual anticipation is good for the soul but it's bad for the heart.

Lyrics have to be underwritten. That's why poets generally make poor lyric writers because the language is too rich. You get drowned in it.