She flew across the turbulent gust.Her eyes fixed, her wings strongShe flies and flies and flies along.To reach high, to open her wings to the breathing sun rise.

And there you stand-Far away from the distant reality, Far away in my breathing dream, Far away in the traces of my livid eyes, Far away in my hostile fantasy.

And there you stand -Far away from the distant reality, Far away in my breathing dream, Far away in the traces of my livid eyes, Far away in my hostile fantasy.

I wait, wait to hear your silent footsteps. I wait, wait to caress your distant voice.I wait, wait to embrace myself in you.

A man who as a physical being is always turned toward the outside, thinking that his happiness lies outside him, finally turns inward and discovers that the source is within him.

Botany is the art of insulting flowers in Greek and Latin.

We're just inviting adventure into our life, and adventure carries a little baggage.

Take hold of your life and order yourself to be valiant.

It's always tempting to do good at someone else's expense

Without forgiveness, metaphysics are useless.

You don't have to feel like a waste of space, your original can not be replaced

So it's really nice after about a year and a half to get back on stage and flex those old muscles.

It's amazing how much 'mature wisdom' resembles being too tired.

Third ain't so bad if nothin' is hit to you.