I say every dog looks like no otherbut that isn't true. Not entirely.Difference is slippery.

And now the question: what do we do with the longing for what can destroy us?

Why are you not where you belong? / A black hat on a hook says nothing. / Ashes mirror ashes / In a mirroring window.

I say every dog looks like no other but that isn't true. Not entirely. Difference is slippery.

A child, then a man, now a feather / Passing through a furious fire / Called time.

The wheel begins its only if turning. / It had never stopped. / This is life's bargain that motion / Is hope.

What is desire but the hard wire argument given to the mind's unstoppable mouth

To say you loved a person. / To say that person no longer exists. / A tragic flawed fate going on and on and on.

You are reduced / To the after-sorrow / That will last my lifetime. The hair-tearing / Grief of the mother / Whose child has been swept away.

In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.

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

I see you in the grass, Running through the snow, But where you have gone, I cannot go.

He was a character.A character who should still be here. Damn it all to hell.He should still be here.

I keep forgetting that rules are only for little nice people.

Not only will America go to your country and kill all your people. But they'll come back 20 years later and make a movie about how killing your people made their soldiers feel sad.

At the end of the day, you have to find the humanity in you in each character.

There must be some limit to the thing. It cannot go on to infinity.

I love collaborating outside of my space.

It seems as though, at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven infills those who are leaving the light of earth.