Let them shoot us in the head, My blood will grow roots and will blossom.
The Condemned Apple: Selected PoetryMarvelous, isn’t it, how these Germans can shoot back at us even when they’re fucking dead.
Fall of GiantsLike young fern shoots my child's fingers curled. I did not expect, in the fifth month, frost.
Heaven's Net is WidePart of the urge to explore is a desire to become lost.
Shooting the Boh: A Woman's Voyage Down the Wildest River in BorneoI find it easy to spot a depressive. The illness is scrawled across them like graffiti.
Shoot the Damn Dog: A Memoir of DepressionTry never to abandon hope for if you do, hope will surely try to abandon you.
Shoot the Damn Dog: A Memoir of DepressionWe’re a couple of shooting stars, Biggs, and we’ll never be stopped.
Star Wars, Episode IV: A New Hope