she loves to feel the sun on her skin the winter in her eyelashes and to hear his laughter all day long.

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.

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

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.

As long as you are ready to pay this price for living in the light (knowledge), the darkness (ignorance) becomes a servant to you.

Manners, boy. I'll beat them into you if I have to.

In business, sir, one has no friends, only correspondents.

You can't protect him from being hurt, babe, no mattter what you do. Being vulnerable, letting people in, getting hurt...it's all a part of being in love.

I think cults are probably a little less scary. To me, it's scarier that 25 people would wear robes and jump up and down and try to convert everyone to happiness than a Kool-Aid suicide.

Reason, too late perhaps, may convince you of the folly of misspending time.

All of our issues come from us not being aware enough or not seeing through our problems to the depths of the issues.

As a genre, videogames take our minds on journeys, and we can control and experience them much more interactively than passively - especially when they are well-designed.

Either we stay at home and become pillars of the community or we go out and tour. We couldn't really find any communities that still needed pillars.

I don't (do) the paintings for the money at all. I just love to paint, even if I don't sell them.