Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.

We trouble our life by thoughts about death$$$ and our death by thoughts about life.

The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense?

There are things to confess that enrich the world$$$ and things that need not be said.

We are stardust$$$ we are golden$$$ and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Power$$$ time$$$ gravity$$$ love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible.

Innocence$$$ once lost$$$ can never be regained. Darkness$$$ once gazed upon$$$ can never be lost.

The things that make me different are the things that make me ME.

But$$$ of course$$$ it isn't really good-bye$$$ because the forest will always be there... and anybody who is friendly with bears can find it.

The rain is full of ghosts tonight.