Philosophy, is the talk on a cereal box. Religion, is a smile on a dog. - Edie Brickell

There's nothing I hate more than nothing. Nothing keeps me up at night. I toss and turn over nothing. Nothing could cause a great big fight.

All your thoughts are in another head. Your dreams are sleepin' in a different bed. The force that moves you is a circular breath of life and death going round and round and round.

When I'm all alone it's the best way to be. When I'm by myself nobody else can say goodbye. Everything is temporary anyway. When the streets are wet — the colors slip into the sky. But I don't know why that means you and I are — that means you and... I quit, I give up. Nothin's good enough for anybody else, it seems.