At First First Nothing Will

Pay Attention To The Cracks, Because That's Where The Light Gets In.

It's Hard To Hold The Hand Of Anyone Who Is Reaching For The Sky Just To Surrender

Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To Make A Small Perfect Thing Which Will Live In Your Morning Like Curious Static Through A President's Elegy Or A Nude Hunchback Acquiring A Tan On The Crowded Oily Beach.

He Can Love The Shape Of Human Beings, The Fine And Twisted Shapes Of The Heart. It Is Good To Have Among Us Such Men, Such Balancing Monsters Of Love.

I've Often Said If I Knew Where The Good Songs Came From, I'd Go There More Often.