“I am going to carry my bed into New York City tonightcomplete with dangling sheets and ripped blankets;I am going to push it across three dark highwaysor coast along under 600,000 faint stars.”
“Are you going to shake my hand,or am I going to rip your heart out?”
“Dream Song of Thunders:Sometimes I go about pitying Myself, While I am carried by the wind Across the sky. ”
“Carry on the Flame to a new dawn I am with you.~the Goddess of the Stars and the Sea”
“My heart feels not so much in my chest as in my hands. I am carrying it along swiftly, as though I have become the messenger for what is going on inside me.”
“Sometimes I go about pitying myself. And all the while I am being carried on great winds across the sky.”