I could have been wild and I could have been free, but nature played this trick on me

Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair

The old puff-horse was just pullin' through, and a man wore a peg leg forever

In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

Raise high the roof beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.

Goodbye house, goodbye stairs

Half a person

Humwawa, whose face is a mass of entrails, whose breath is the stench of dung and the perfume of death, Dark Angel of all that is excreted and sours

If women didn't exist, all the money in the world would have no meaning.

a lucky fox deigns to come out... spring rain

remember tonight's play of light, when your name was written in green by your beautiful lantern on a girl's breast

per omnia sæcula sæculorum