I've grown tired of love You are the trouble with me I watch you walk right by

I cannot promise very much. I give you the images I know. Lie still with me and watch. We laugh and we touch. I promise you love. Time will not take that away

It doesn't matter who my father was it matters who I remember he was

In a dream you are never eighty

Live or die, But don't poison everything

Death's in the good-bye

Need is not quite belief.

God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.