clouds very high looknot one word helped them get up there

we're lost where the mind can't find usutterly lost

don't wait for the man standing in the snowto cut off his arm help him now

it isn't that we're alone or not alonewhose voice do you want mine? yours?

that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it getsI wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind

I'd love to give you somethingbut what would help?

Hearing a crow with no mouthCry in the deepDarkness of the night, I feel a longing forMy father before he was born.

born born everything is always bornthinking about it try not to

Loss taught me the strength of faith. Faith in a God who understands. Faith in a Saviour who gave His all. Faith in a Comforter who walked by my side.

School fools a lot of people. Professionally, one thing is not the most that one person can be.

The translator of prose is the slave of the author, and the translator of poetry is his rival.

Connection, the ability to feel connected, is neurobiologically wired, that’s why we’re here!

I discovered very early that it wasn't quite enough for me to imitate people.

The funny thing is that I'm not a planner. I have no idea what I want to do in the interim of that 50 years, but I tell ya: That's where you'll find me in my last performance.

Give me a blackboard. I can stop anything on a blackboard.

The one thing with 3D presentations is I think that 3D itself, whether it's 24 or 48, is at a very interesting point in time.

The radio has nothing to do with metal's existence or non-existence. It's for trend only.

Be smart, be intelligent and be informed.