“...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...”

“...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...”

“...evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it...”

“....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...”

“...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...”

“...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...”

“...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...”