“I don't need the moneyI couldn't care'Cause everything I want Is standing right hereI would live on the streetIn a cardboard shackJust to worship your feetAnd the curve of your back”

“And I want to tell you about everything but I can't because I couldn't stand for you to have that look on your face all the time. I just need you to look at me and think that I'm normal. I just really need that from you.”

“I don't know whether to worship at your feet or spank the living shit out of you.”

“Jesus now spoke again. "Mack, I don't want to be first among a list of values; I want to be at the center of everything. When I live in you, then together we can live through everything that happens to you. Rather than the top of a pyramid, I want to be the center of a mobile, where everything in your life - your friends, family, occupation, thoughts, activities - is connected to me but moves with the wind, in and out and back and forth, in an incredible dance of being.”

“I don't need you on your back for anything Martise, unless you want to go star-gazing with me.”

“Here soarNot with wingsBut with your moving hands and feetAnd sweating brows - Standing by your Beloved's sideReaching out to comfort this worldWith your cup of solaceDrawn from your vast reservoir of truth.”