“Up up up up up uppoints the spire of the steeplebut god's work isn't done by godit's done by people”

“and half of learning to play is learning what not to playand she's learning the spaces she leaves have their own things to sayand she's trying to sing just enough so that the air around her movesand make music like mercy that gives what it is and has nothing to proveshe crawls out on a limb and begins to build her homeand it's enough just to look around and to know that she's not aloneup up up up up up up points the spire of the steeplebut god's work isn't done by godit's done by people”

“I've been waiting for sleep to offer up the day with both hands.”

“If you're not getting happier as you get older, then you're fuckin' up”

“and I tryto draw the linebut it ends up running down the middle of memost of the time.”

“Art is the reason I get up in the morning, but the definition ends there. It doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define.”

“When I look down, I miss all the good stuffAnd when I look up, I just trip over things...”