You're elegance in a misunderstood form. Crystal quartz in a world of platinum. Oh, my dizzy boy, there's a fire in you that I use to warm my hands on chilly mornings.

Moving on should be a required high school classbecause Lynchburg is determined to make me forget.

This city is yawning before me, but I'm not tired.

Is it bad to like the way the scars look on my skin? Oh, the way they feel under my hands. My body’s protecting itself, saying, “No, this barrier of scar tissue is to keep you out.

It was the first time in years I didn’t wonder if my father was out there, looking at it too.

It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves

God takes care of imbeciles, little children and artists.

I guess it's nice to have someone to love while you're looking for someone to love.

Trade unionism is not socialism. It is the capitalism of the proletariat.

All of us love miracles. We just don't like being in a situation that necessitates one.

If pigs could vote, the man with the slop bucket would be elected swineherd every time, no matter how much slaughtering he did on the side.

What's perfect now, might not be so 10 years hence. Whatever we're basing our design ideas on is not what we remember in the past. It's something that kind of folds in on itself.

Is there anything more terrible than perpetual motion, than doing and doing and doing, without a reason, without a consciousness, without a change, without an end?