“Bullet holes and bruises And some kind of story

Some kind of miracle

Some kind of bird that sang through the night”

“We don't get to choose in this life whether or not we suffer

But we do get to choose what we are willing to suffer for”

"A place called here, is somewhere I don’t know very well.

Here is the place between the past and the present.

Here is the place where the memories are.

But I don’t love them until later, 

When I am looking for their pieces between the seats in my car

On the way to the next"