In The Distance Someone Is Singing.

Two Things Make A Story. The Net And The Air That Falls Through The Net.

But From Each Crime Are Born Bullets That Will One Day Seek Out In You Where The Heart Lies.

I Do Not Love You-except Because I Love You; I Go From Loving To Not Loving You, From Waiting To Not Waiting For You My Heart Moves From The Cold Into The Fire.

I Like On The Table, When We're Speaking, The Light Of A Bottle Of Intelligent Wine.

Megaphone In Which The Wind Passes Singing.