‘Wherever you go, always light up a trail behind you. Whether it’s the correct path or not is for the ones behind—or ahead—of you to judge. But let them know where you are. Let them know where they can be, or where they shouldn’t be. Go from place to place, light candle to candle... Someone might be lost and looking for the way. Someone might be trying to come home.’
‘I could part the rain for you, I could part the rain with my hands.’
And that…sometimes, sometimes when two people meet, it is a terrible, terrible thing.
‘And I wore circlets with linings of mercury, that I might dance like a madman with my inhales of you.’