“Every night, I slip into the empty winter land of memory.”

“April comes to us, with her showers sweet. I wake to the cries of little birds before the light comes across the heath. They wait all night with open eyes. Now, with the rain at dawn, their voices make melody. I turn back the reveled cloth of gold on my bed and walk to gaze beyond my glazed casement window. In the plaintive voices of the wood fowl, I imagine my mother calling to me, her words echoing across the years.”

“I remember the fire, it burns bright, always around me. I close my eyes, and tears stream out. The tides of the past seize me, bear me out to sea.”

“Empty of anything that defined it as real. That was how I felt sometimes. I existed in a world made for show, not depth, not feeling.”

“Everything started the night I saw the burning man fall from the sky.”

“Seems like every time I give my heart It's a couple of good years And then the bullshit starts”

“If you and every person in the county mailedme an envelope of five to ten dollars, I thinkI could rehabilitate the sheep.”