Hit me with spit on the wounds.

The only thing I know about me is that it is you.

lips, red, ruby, like the blood, like the voice.

Music repairs us when it breaks the silence.

Wait for it to rain and then go out into the street.

She is his word his love she brings the blood back to his lips.

Everything is blood and vines. The mark of another day of revolving the body exact And the sky is ours our hope our blue our silence our throat of burning wildflowers.

Finding yourself with your loves gives blood to existence, looking at one another seeing the universe.

The edge of the sea masks a clock that marks the waves.

Loving you is kissing the night, exposing the scars, words in flames, for every drop and for every life.

free fall to your quite smile to capture you and you propel me to death, all that we write destroys then heals

Let me put it this way. You, my beautiful girl, have the power to really hurt me, with how I feel about you. Far more than anyone else ever has or ever could. I don’t know if you realize that.

I paint with my back to the world

Shooting a television show is hard enough, and it takes a lot of time away from your personal life and your family life.

It is a greater advantage to be honestly educated than honorably born.

Life's wildest moment---she kneels on the sidewalk. Everything else she does is lies, lies.

You're born in pain and pain is what we're in most of the time. And I think that the bigger the pain, the more gods we need.

The sexuality of children - there's a lot friction there. That tension interests me a lot.

When one is genuinely ready, Truth finds a way to introduce itself inside the heart and ends the feeling of separation.

I hate picking favourite books. I usually tend to stay away from all the 'top record' and 'favourite song' and 'favourite book', and I just think it doesn't do any good for anybody.

By being peaceful, quiet, and receptive, you pattern yourself in the image of God, and you regain the power of your Source.