“Maybe there's a God above,As for me, all I've ever seemed to learn from loveIs how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.Yeah but it's not a complaint that you hear tonight,It's not the laughter of someone who claims to have seen the lightNo it's a cold and it's a very lonely Hallelujah.”

“Love is not a victory marchIt's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah”

“It's like a bear stumbling into a beehive or a honey cache: I'm stumbling right into it and getting stuck, and it's delicious and it's horrible and I'm in it and it's not very graceful and it's very awkward and it's very painful and yet there's something inevitable about it.”

“I am not the one who loved, it's love that chooses me.When hatred with it's package comes, you forbid delivery.”

“You don't know me from the wind you never will, you never did I'm the little jew who wrote the Bible.I've seen the nations rise and fall I've heard their stories, heard them all but love's the only engine of survival.”

“It's hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender”

“I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.”