There's nothing so inhuman as a human being.

Memories are like everything else. They're a trap.

Making a better tomorrow$$$ tomorrow.

Only one thing made him happy and now that it was gone everything made him happy.

I will starve till prophets find me$$$ I will bleed till angels bind me. Still I sing till churches blind me$$$ still I love till cog-wheels wind me.

I found that things became a lot easier when I no longer expected to win. You abandon your masterpiece and sink into the real masterpiece.

Stunned and still not suffering. Swollen with care and anxiety and still not suffering. Useless$$$ old and full of grief$$$ but still not suffering.

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of. Dance me to the end of love.

It's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Remember when I moved in you and the holy dove was moving too$$$ and every breath we drew was$$$ "Hallelujah."