the song of the deadheavy as rain on the wide banana leaveshard as drums

You wouldn’t believethe sun had ever shone on this heart.

What air is there left to breathe

If you’re not carefulyou’ll end up believing this is the world

Oh thee! Lets fill my mind with joy of kindness to make joyful me.Let me see the sufferings and agony.Let me feel the sadness and misery.Still be kind to thee.

The belonging you seek is not behind you. It is ahead.

It's great to play a rock star. Maybe not so great to be one.

The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.

If music is sound & came from silence, then silence is potentially greater than sound.

We all choke, and the man who says he doesn't choke is lying like hell.

I still see myself as a bit of a cottage industry. Being in a room creating stuff and seeing if anyone wants it, as opposed to going to work for someone.

I am none of those nonsensical fools that can whine and make romantic love--I leave that to younger brothers. Let my estate speakfor me.

If our life is not a course of humility, self-denial, renunciation of the world, poverty of spirit, and heavenly affection, we do not live the lives of Christians.

I will cause a boy who drives a plow to know more of the scriptures than the pope.