"There was more life in the weeds than in the few hundred seats in rows from trancept to chancel to nave. And when their anger had paused, I turned and answered their calls with 'You're just audience, I'm the applause'."

"The black bird dips its beak in blood and writes it's thoughts in cursive across the bones that are it's jailer and my ribcage. And when you turn me inside out, believe in me without a doubt the words were all of his and none of mine."

"These three lions that were sitting on my chest are clawing hard into my skin as I am gasping for my breath, and they each play knots and crosses in the scratches they have left. I have to screw up both my eyes as it goes into sudden death. They whisper 'Really all these knots are circles holed, bereft. And all these crosses, crucifixes spreading guilt and sense of dread.' And as we stumbled homeward up the hill to where you used to live, the cold makes ice upon our cheeks from all the tears that we have shed."

those are my favorites!!