“Perhaps our age has driven us indoors.We sprawl in the semi-darkness, dreaming sometimesOf a vague world spinning in the wind.But we have snapped our locks, pulled down our shades,Taken all precautions. We shall not be disturbed.If the earth shakes, it will be on a screen;And if the prairie wind spills down our streetsAnd it covers us with leaves, the weatherman will tell us.”

“It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams.”

“[F]or us, death is stronger than life, it pulls like a wind through the dark, all our cries burlesqued in joyless laugther; and with the garbage of liveliness stuffed down us untill our guts burst bleeding green, we go screaming round the world, dying, in our rented rooms, nightmare hotels, eternal homes of the transient heart.”

“Some of us aren't meant to belong. Some of us have to turn the world upside down and shake the hell out of it until we make our own place in it.”

“And all our righteousnesses are filthy rags and we all do fade as a leaf and our inequities like the wind have taken us away”

“But we are alone, darling child, terribly, isolated each from the other; so fierce is the world's ridicule we cannot speak or show our tenderness; for us, death is stronger than life, it pulls like a wind through the dark, all our cries burlesqued in joyless laughter; and with the garbage of loneliness stuffed down us until our guts burst bleeding green, we go screaming round the world, dying in our rented rooms, nightmare hotels, eternal homes of the transient heart.”