“Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.”

We’ve got to learn to love appearances.

I will never find the faces for all the goodbyes I’ve made.

Love is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world’s excuse for being ugly.

You go to Heaven once you’ve been to Hell.

When you’re not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.

Friend, when you speak this carefully I know it is because you don’t know what to say.

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore.

I’m afraid to live any place but in expectation. I’m no life-risk.

It is easy to display a wound, the proud scars of combat. It is hard to show a pimple.

Remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah.

European children starved and watched their parents scheme and die. Here we grew up with toy whips. Early warning against our future leaders, the war babies.

Blessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with fiery swords, and heaven and earth with a word.

If you don’t become the ocean, you’ll be seasick every day.

Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secret to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

Only one thing made him happy and now that it was gone everything made him happy.

We are not mad. We are human. We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.