As Long As Nothing Happens Anything Is

They Think My Mother's Ashes Are Marijuana.

It's A Good World If You Don't Weaken.

Sometimes I See Myself Reflected Too Closely In Other Men For Comfort, And Then I Have An Enormous Wish To Believe In The Saints, In Heroic Virtue.

I Wish Sometimes You Had A Few Bad Motives, You Might Understand A Little More About Human Beings.

So It Always Is: When You Escape To A Desert The Silence Shouts In Your Ear.