“In your eyes I am complete.”

“Climbing up on solsbury hillI could see the city lightWind was blowing, time stood stillEagle flew out of the nightHe was something to observeCame in close, I heard a voiceStanding stretching every nerveI had to listen had no choiceI did not believe the informationJust had to trust imaginationMy heart was going boom boom, boomSon, he said, grab your things, Ive come to take you home.To keeping silence I resignedMy friends would think I was a nutTurning water into wineOpen doors would soon be shutSo I went from day to dayTho my life was in a ruttill I thought of what Id sayWhich connection I should cutI was feeling part of the sceneryI walked right out of the machineryMy heart was going boom boom boomHey, he said, grab your things, Ive come to take you home.Yeah back homeWhen illusion spin her netIm never where I want to beAnd liberty she pirouetteWhen I think that I am freeWatched by empty silhouettesWho close their eyes, but still can seeNo one taught them etiquetteI will show another meToday I dont need a replacementIll tell them what the smile on my face meantMy heart was going boom boom boomHey, I said, you can keep my things, theyve come to take me home.”

“Did you think that your feet had been boundBy what gravity brings to the ground?Did you feel you were trickedBy the future you picked?Well, come on down”

“We've got to get in to get out.”

“Three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe,three dot.”

“Take a deep breath, open your eyes, and close the book.”

“I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature. I discovered that I am not disciplined out of virtue but as a reaction to my negligence, that I appear generous in order to conceal my meanness, that I pass myself off as prudent because I am evil-minded, that I am conciliatory in order not to succumb to my repressed rage, that I am punctual only to hide how little I care about other people’s time. I learned, in short, that love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.”