awake, then die in the arms of a modified lover sleep, then dream in the absence of a tangible lover envision, then sing in the thralls of a hungry lover

where does it derive its strength? is it the blood soaked soil? or the fear stained heart?

runaway my phantom bride and take your bouquet of poisonous flowers float away specter and take the rest of my desire

at night i loved her at night i waited under the tarp at night i watched her looking up at the stars dreaming of a better time to watch me

shall we dance into the perpetual torture of our union once more?

i witness the birth of the moon and her servants walking the night sky pulling us into their wake

the heavens raped from our misuse of love

There are only two things worse then an empty canvas: death and taxes.

...pain that would have made even a god shiver in terror.

Your happiness is meaningless unless it is linked with the total liberation of people around you! You matter

You can't hate your best friend for taking opportunities he'd been given. That would be the worst sort of hate, wouldn't it? Because it would mean you hate yourself, too.

Imagine a world in which every single person on the planet is given free access to the sum of all human knowledge. That's what we're doing.

Decisions are beautiful. They are the evidence of thought and care. Decisions are the polishing cloths of life.

The supreme adventure in a man's life is his journey back to his Creator.

In Plains, I saw Jimmy Carter as he really is - a nice, decent man... in terms of compassionate contribution to society, he certainly has proven to be our best past president.

I think I'm a better director than I ever was an actor. I'd love to go back to acting, but nobody seems to want me.

The only thing in your control is effort. That's all, and that's everything.