“Wait, wait, wait.” V waved his hand-rolled around. “I’m the son of a deity and she picked you?”

“Man was born to die. What did it mean? Hanging around and waiting. Waiting for the ‘A train.’ Waiting for a pair of big breasts on some August night in a Vegas hotel room. Waiting for the mouse to sing. Waiting for the snake to grow wings. Hanging around.”

“So she prays for a prankster and lust in the marriage bed
And he waits till she can give
And he waits and he waits.”

“File under "Hard Truths": the creative muse is fiction. If you sit around waiting for the right moment to create, you will die waiting.”

“She put her hand in his, and he clasped it firmly, knowing he had been waiting for her all his life.”

“…"Would you wait for me?" he asked suddenly, his voice husky and low. "it's not right, but would you wait? Would you you wait till the world is cured again? A year? Two years? Maybe longer! Could you give me all that time, Florentine?" She pulled back from him, wary of his words. What did he mean? "Till the world cured…" What kind of talk was that? She was fearful of what she didn't understand, but felt at that moment she felt their destinies in her hand…”

“Over the sea and far away
She's waiting like an iceberg
Waiting to change…”

“Go," She says. "He waits for you.”

“All around the world, we are gazing skyward waiting for God…
Never realizing that God is waiting for us.”

“I’m not waiting to die, I don’t believe I’ll die, I am waiting for something else.
To arrive. To understand. To be at my destination.”