“Time is a sculptor's knife, attacking the soft clay to reveal the hard edges beneath.”
“The flesh is the clay of the gods. Only the chosen can be sculptors.”
“My knives are like a tongue - I love, I do not love, I hate. If you don’t love me, I am ready to attack. I am a double-edged knife.”
“What we end up calling history is a kind of knife, slicing down through time. A few people are hard enough to bend its edge. But most won't even stand close to the blade. I'm one of those. We don't bend anything.”
“So which is the lie? Hard or soft? Silence or time?”
“Love her as in childhoodThrough feeble, old and grey.For you’ll never miss a mother’s loveTill she’s buried beneath the clay.”