Truth Doesn't Run On Time

You Seem To Forget, Miss Flinn, That This Is An Institution For The Insane.

People Think Love Is An Emotion. Love Is Good Sense.

We'd Just Shared The Last Beer And Slung The Empty Can Out The Window At A Stop Sign And Were Just Waiting Back To Get The Feel Of The Day, Swimming In That Kind Of Tasty Drowsiness That Comes Over You After A Day Of Going Hard At Something You Enjoy Doing -- Half Sunburned And Half Drunk And Keeping Awake Only Because You Wanted To Savor The Taste As Long As You Could.

Plant A Garden In Which Strange Plants Grow And Mysteries Bloom.

I Been Silent So Long Now It’s Gonna Roar Out Of Me Like Floodwaters And You Think The Guy Telling This Is Ranting And Raving My God; You Think This Is Too Horrible To Have Really Happened, This Is Too Awful To Be The Truth! But, Please. It’s Still Hard For Me To Have A Clear Mind Thinking On It. But It’s The Truth Even If It Didn’t Happen.