“We go out in the fog in the morning won't burn.”
“Women, fire in their crotch, won't burn out, begin by fighting off pricks, end by going wild hunting for one that still works.”
“Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.”
“It may be that the night will close over us in the end, but I believe that morning will come again. Morning always grows out of the darkness, though maybe not for the people who saw the sun go down. We are the Lantern Bearers, my friend; for us to keep something burning, to carry what light we can forward into the darkness and the wind.”
“In the morning I woke like a sloth in the fog.”
“The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone.”