By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

Love is a clash of lightnings

In this part of the story I am the one whodies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

By night, beloved, tie your heart to mineand let them both in dreams defeat the darkness

You are the trembling of time, that passesbetween vertical light and darkened sky,

You, in bloom, heart, beloved, you are like the foliage of the sky over my eyesand I look at you lying on the earth

my beauty, flower by flower, star by star, wave by wave, love, I have counted your body.

No, I thought. Not just Hell. Really, Heaven was just as guilty. What kind of group could advocate goodness and not allow its members to love?

What kind of nation are we when we give tax breaks to billionaires, but we can't take care of the elderly and the children.

I admire the ballad form most of all. Stories are irresistible. I've always had a passion for stories, the endings being of particular importance.

Free as air; that's what they say- "free as air". Now they bring me my air in an iron barrel.

In terms of art, the only real answer that I know of is to do it. If you don't do it, you don't know what might happen.

Truth is the right designation of God.

I don't have to think. My only job is to show up and win.

It is not possible to assert publicly that Monsanto is anything other than venal without being accused of being a sellout, a fraud, or worse.

No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.

I put priority on such artists who focus on the world of "oblivion" and who consider placing themselves into the world of "oblivion" as fundamental to their attitude for their expression.