All Language Is A Longing For Home.

Now I Am Sober And There's Only The Hangover And The Memory Of Love.

Dance Where You Can Break Yourself Up To Pieces And Totally Abandon Your Worldly Passions.

Death Has Nothing To Do With Going Away.the Sun Sets The Moon Sets But They Are Not Gone.

The Minute I Heard My First Love Story, I Started Looking For You, Not Knowing How Blind That Was. Lovers Don't Finally Meet Somewhere. They're In Each Other All Along.

The Satiated Person And The Hungry One Do Not See The Same Thing When They Look Upon A Loaf Of Bread.