Our past sins, our fractured lives--soon nothing but drowned stars in dark skies.

we are two like-minded creatures too well-matched, both equal halves of a whole not altogether wholesome

Hers is a timeless life weaving through other longer lives like a flash of lightning in a clouded evening sky.

A litany of headlights blinding her, she stands unsteady on the dotted traffic line, takes timid steps toward rolled up windows behind which any horror could crouch....

My happiness is not dictated on this business. Once I realized that, everything kind of changed.

When someone discovers something in their lives that really interests them, then they should be content with doing that - without having to go and lie on a beach once a year.

There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, so let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

Anything from 1-0 to 2-0 would be a nice result

That rockabilly sound wasn't as simple as I thought it was.

Guidance requires action, but it does not guarantee safety.

Man emulates earth Earth emulates heaven Heaven emulates the Way The way emulates nature.

Love does not exist, it's like religion, the state wants you to believe in that kind of crap so they can control you, and f**k your head up.

What does it say about our country when people are so desperate for an alternative to our one-party state masquerading as a two-party state that they'll even elect a professional wrestler governor?

Poetry must speak of others, in order to speak for the poet's imagination, in order to speak of itself; it is slowed down by poetics after its flight is over.