“At home I have a blue piano.But I can’t play a note.It’s been in the shadow of the cellar doorEver since the world went rotten.Four starry hands play harmonies,The Woman in the Moon sang in her boat.Now only rats dance to the clanks.The keyboard is in bits.I wept for what is blue. Is dead.Sweet angels, I have eatenSuch bitter bread. Push openThe door of heaven. For me, for now-Although I am still alive-Although it is not allowed”

“A true poet does not say 'azure'; a true poet says 'blue.”

“Du weißt doch, was ich von der Liebe halte. Wäre sie eine Fahne, ich würde sie erobern oder für sie fallen.”

“Ich bin der Hieroglyph,Der unter der Schöpfung steht”

“Please lift your snowy skies off my soul -Your diamond dreams slice through my veins”

“I push the big red button,and it doesn`t work!”

“You and I know how to stay alive in an urban community. As humans, we are genetically encoded to adapt to many environments when given proper teaching from more experienced humans. We know not to talk to strangers, not to cross on the red light, and not to leave the doors unlocked. Most of us are more or less successful and only occasionally make a life-threatening mistake. Some of us may have an additional set of survival skills, depending on our circumstances. We can live with a debilitating disease, be shot into space and live in a capsule, or survive summer camp. After summer camp, we are still the same people we were before summer camp, except now we know write our name in our underware, not chew gum found under the bed, and to stay away from things that look like sticks but are, in fact, snakes.”