I Think I Deserve Something Beautiful.

We Have Hands; We Can Stand On Them If We Want To. That's Our Privilege. That's The Joy Of A Mortal Body. And That's Why God Needs Us. Because God Loves To Feel Things Through Our Hands.

The Gods Are Fond Of The Cryptic And Dislike The Evident.

Keep Showing Up For Your Side Of The Job And Give Genius A Chance To Do Its Part.

I Want God To Play In My Bloodstream The Way Sunlight Amuses Itself On The Water.

What Do I Believe That I Deserve In This Life?