My heart is breaking for a little love

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.

Silence is more musical than any song.

Once upon a time, I wish I had sneezed. The end.

When people inexplicably dissapeared into thin air, it was usually because they had a new zip code. Something like 666

Computers are very expensive and they need power, and that can be a problem in Africa.

I feel betrayed by own mother.

Reality, the oppressor's tongue.

And of course I didn't make any money from stand up for years, so I had temp jobs. That was the way I made money.

Weep for me. Bear my pain. Take my come. For I can give you nothing else.

I always give the encore over to chaos, so people can yell out requests and I can hack my way through a song that I don't really know anymore.

I just want to do films 'cause I like being someone else. My music is kind of like my diary. I'll always do that... I just feel like the music industry isn't as positive as I'd like it to be.

When I saw my box after that, it was even more special for me.