“Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you'll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive.”

“You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.”

“Oh, the jobs people work at! Out west near Hawtch-Hawtch there's a Hawtch-Hawtcher bee watcher, his job is to watch. Is to keep both his eyes on the lazy town bee, a bee that is watched will work harder you see. So he watched and he watched, but in spite of his watch that bee didn't work any harder not mawtch. So then somebody said "Our old bee-watching man just isn't bee watching as hard as he can, he ought to be watched by another Hawtch-Hawtcher! The thing that we need is a bee-watcher-watcher!". Well, the bee-watcher-watcher watched the bee-watcher. He didn't watch well so another Hawtch-Hawtcher had to come in as a watch-watcher-watcher! And now all the Hawtchers who live in Hawtch-Hawtch are watching on watch watcher watchering watch, watch watching the watcher who's watching that bee. You're not a Hawtch-Watcher you're lucky you see!”

“Why don't you find out for yourself?Then you'll see the glass, hidden in the grass.”

“Like all of my fictions, Sinner is a mirror. Look into it and you will find yourself. What you do with what you see is your choice.”

“Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.”