“...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...”

“...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...”

“...before you, I was a doubled-up fist - now I can hold soft things, fragile as butterfly wings...”

“...loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars...”

“...the answer is not in the damn blank page - it's in the days or years before and you have to dredge it up - exhume the past again ...”

“...it begins with isolation - demons always inhabit desolate places...”

“...what is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? - have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul...”