“...I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...”

“...little children adore me - I'm a Troll Tamer and they know it!...”

“...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...”

“...that's the essence of me - I don't think, I feel - at best, I think-feel...”

“...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? ...”

“...maybe I am just your priest - or a churl - perhaps you mistrust me the way the medievals mistrusted monks...”

“...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...”