“...I love Shakespeare, but sometimes....his images - If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head....”

“...the strands that connect us are frail, so don't hang great weights on slender wires...”

“... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...”

“...I know Shakespeare said art is holding up a mirror to nature- but you're actually bending and refracting it through your interior dialogue ...”

“...I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ...”

“...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...”

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