Love Won't Be Tampered With, Love Won't

He Despised His Body For Its Boring Hungers, Reflex Anger; Its Petty, Obliterating Rage. But Now He'd Become Detached. He Regarded His Body With A Tender Regret. It Was The Thing His Spirit Had To Haul.

What Is This Life But The Sound Of An Appalling Love.

Veils Of Love Which Was Only Hate Petrified By Longing--that Was Me.

Death Is The Least Civilized Rite Of Passage.

Our Songs Travel The Earth. We Sing To One Another. Not A Single Note Is Ever Lost And No Song Is Original. They All Come From The Same Place And Go Back To A Time When Only The Stones Howled.