“We were a short lived anthology of things no one else could read.”

I may be skinny, but my love for you – its heavier than heavy.

If they ask you about your vice – I hope you mention my name.

And in your city – you call me “home.”

I know you’re a hazard, but you’re a hazard I forever want in my head.

I didn’t start the fire – but I sure lit you up a few times.

She’s lightening and she’s ready to strike the bones out of you.

Sure, there are oceans and seas and magnificent things – but none of them are you.

I’m crazy for being the one who tries to fix the broken in you.

She’s a jesus lover who likes to dance with the devil sometimes.

I don’t want lemonade. I want sugar free sour version of you.

We’re just some birds in this fucked up nest of a world.

I like you a little bit less- because I love you a little bit more.

Accidental things have purpose.

I ask you in circles, and you shape them as triangles in my head.

Wine and gin nights smell like trouble when its just you and I.

I’m not the one to recycle, and you’re not the one I wish to see in this life or next.

We shouldn’t teach great books; we should teach a love of reading.

Oh, you who are trying to learn the marvel of Love through the copy book of reason, I’m very much afraid that you will never really see the point.

An event of colossal and overwhelming significance may happen all at once, but the words which describe it have to come one by one in a long chain.

Elvis Presley is all there is. There just ain’t no more. Everything starts and ends with Elvis. He wrote the book. He is everything to do and not to do in the music business.

This is beautiful indeed; the colored people have given this to the head of the government, and that government once sanctioned laws that would not permit its people to learn enough to enable them to read this book.

When you have mastered numbers, you will in fact no longer be reading numbers, any more than you read words when reading books You will be reading meanings.

Life is like an endless book. Each day is a new page and only death can bring the end to this little book of yours.

The Bible is alive, it speaks to me; it has feet, it runs after me; it has hands, it lays hold of me.