Living with kids is like living with a bunch of drunks. You know you really have to be on your toes all the time. Things are falling over and breaking and spilling. If you live on the second story, you really have to keep the windows shut all the time.

Did the devil make the world while God was sleeping?

Their memory's like a train: you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can't remember Tell the things you can't forget that History puts a saint in every dream.

Never trust a man in a blue trench coat, never drive a car when you're dead

I danced along a colored wind/ Dangled from a rope of sand

I've lost my equilibrium, my car keys, and my pride.

I'm trying to learn how to write faster.