“Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.”

“An outrageous instinct to love and be loved blinded your arms to lines of propriety––Women and Men, Christians and Jews, Muslims and Buddhists, white, black, red, brown. An outrageous instinct to love and be loved executed your brain every hour on the hour.”

“Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.”

“If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?”

“The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.”

“Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.”

“What can bombs know of the illuminated fields so golden with heaven in your heart’s sacred lands?”