Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.

Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.

When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.

Cold metal walks across my forehead, spiders search for my heart. It is a light that goes out in my mouth.

Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.

The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.

The guilt of newborns is immense.

A world without fairy tales and myths would be as drab as life without music

Photographers are artists, they capture and bring emotion in the motions of life.

Clarity in language depends on clarity in thought.

A key factor is to do training that is fun.

It is entirely possible to create something totally artificial within the realms of rock and roll.

Vanity, wounded pride, rejection, self-delusion. I could recite a litany of little pinpricks that finally produce a gaping wound. That's how marriages and friendships come apart.

I thought you were all-seeing.” All-knowing, not all-seeing!” he snapped. “I’m a God, not Santa Claus!

See your target. Keep it in your sight. Hit it... until you hit it.

There is much depressing evidence that the religious voice is required to stay out of the public square only when it is pressed in a conservative cause.

The last hope of human liberty in this world rests on us. we ought, for so dear a stake, to sacrifice every attachment & every enmity.

Bad boys do get the girls.