“Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.”

“I will say it one last time: Demonation! The feeling of it! There are no words -how can there be?- to describe what it feels like to become words, to feel your life encoded, and laid out in black ink on white paper. All my love and hatred, melted into words. It was like the End of the World.”

“Start with a blank surface. It doesn't have to be paper or canvas, but I feel it should be white. We call it white because we need a word, but its true name is nothing. Black is the absence of light, but white is the absence of memory, the color of can't remember.”

“The word 'however' is like an imp coiled beneath your chair. It induces ink to form words you have not yet seen, and lines to march across the page and overshoot the margin. There are no endings. If you think so you are deceived as to their nature. They are all beginnings. Here is one.”

“It is well, when in difficulties, to say never a word, neither black nor white. Speech is silver but silence is golden.”

“Pages and pages and pages with words all over the pages. My goodness, what fun. What fun to write whatever words occur.”