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

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.

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.

Hit me with spit on the wounds.

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

Once you have read a book you care about, some part of it is always with you.

Most of the upper management of I.S. were undead. I always thought it was because the job was easier if you didn't have a soul.

'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

Suicide is not an answer, it's destruction.

I always feel that if you put me in a room with a director and a writer and let me talk about the script, I can give a good account of myself.

UFO's attitude toward the subject is very similar to mine. It's not an advocacy; its philosophy is more I want to believe this, but I want it proved.

It may seem a strange principle to enunciate as the very first requirement in a Hospital that it should do the sick no harm. It is quite necessary nevertheless to lay down such a principle.

It takes a lot more to run a good business than just trailing commissions or kickbacks otherwise everybody would succeed, wouldn't they?

Only a complete alcoholic can think life is funny ... any life!.

Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun Now I may wither into the truth.