Love Will Make A Way Out Of

Sometimes, I Think The Only Art Left For Us Is Slowly Peeling The Label Off A Beer Bottle While Somebody Tells You About A Dream They Had.

When We Finish A Book, Why Do We Hold It In Both Hands And Gaze At It As If It Were Somehow Alive?

I Look Crazy. I Know I Do. Been True Since I Was A Kid!

By The 6th Grade I Stopped Doing Ordinary Things In Front Of People. It Had Been Ordinary To Sing, Kids Are Singing All The Time When They Are Little, But Then Something Happens. It's Not That We Stop Singing. I Still Sang. I Just Made Sure I Was Alone When I Did It. And I Made Sure I Never Did It Accidentally. That Thing We Call 'bursting Into Song.' I Believe This Happens To Most Of Us. We Are Still Singing, But Secretly And All Alone.

Love Is An Exploding Cigar We Willingly Smoke.