The rains tumble down in the sky, Young swallows have learned how to fly, The leaves that were green are no longer so green, And it looks like the summer is over.

High in the sky is a bird on a wing Please carry me with you Far far away from the mad rushing crowd Please carry me with you.

I walk where once the grass was green And mourn the lark that sings no more What bird could sing whose eyes have seen Broken blossoms on the field of war?

She cured me of my sadness.

But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.

I am full of mistakes and imperfections and therefore I am real ...

Poor is the pupil who does not surpass his master.

It is not at all simple to understand the simple.

Religion isn't yours firsthand until you doubt it right down to the ground.

Sarah Palin's a quitter.

If you are active online or texting, there is a good chance I could look at what you do and know more about you than your family.

And too much informayshun can drive a man mad. Too much informayshun becomes just Noise. And it never, never stops.

If the world weren't such a beautiful place, we might all turn into cynics