We Bury Our Seeds And Wait, Winter

Today I'm Out Wandering, Turning My Skull Into A Cup For Others To Drink Wine From. In This Town Somewhere There Sits A Calm, Intelligent Man, Who Doesn't Know What He's About To Do!

I Am A Child Whose Teacher Is Love Surely My Master Won't Let Me Grow To Be A Fool.

Your Depression Is Connected To Your Insolence And Refusal To Praise.

Love, The Supreme Musician, Is Always Playing In Our Souls

The Friend Who Knows A Lot More Than You Do Will Bring Difficulties, And Grief, And Sickness, As Medicine, As Happiness, As The Essence Of The Moment When You're Beaten When You Hear Checkmate, And Can Finally Say, I Trust You To Kill Me.