Some things take root in the brain and just don’t let go.

- Tim Seibles

The Soul is a house...Let it burn!

- Tim Seibles

Missing someone is like hearing a name sung quietly from somewhere behind you. Even after you know no one is there, you keep looking back.

- Tim Seibles

Words slip into a language the way white-green vines slide between slats in a fence.

- Tim Seibles