“Had I left those images hidden in the emotions, I might have been torn to pieces by them.”

“I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.”

“I was tired of hanging on, taking the torn pieces to make something whole with them.”

“If it had not been for the Christians that I have known I might have been a Christian.”

“I always see nice images like that but I don't know what to do with them. I guess you share them with someone. Or you write them down in a poem. I had so many of those little images, but I never shared them or wrote any of them down.”

“The tremendous world I have inside my head. But how [to] free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times [I'd] rather be torn to pieces than rather it in me or bury it. That, indeed, is why I am here, that is quite clear to me.”