The Gods You Do Not Pay Are

What I Want Is So Simple I Almost Can't Say It: Elementary Kindness.

You Think You're The Foreigner Here, And I'm The American, And I Just Look The Other Way While The President Or Somebody Sends Down This And That . . . To Torture People With. But Nobody Asked My Permission, Okay? Sometimes I Feel Like I'm A Foreigner, Too.

There Is Something In Us That Loves Certain Disasters And The Fever Of This Moment And Surrendering To That.

It's What You Do That Makes Your Soul.

How Pointless Life Could Be, What A Foolish Business Of Inventing Things To Love, Just So You Could Dread Losing Them.