“...my writing is a wild mustang - more thunderous than a lightning storm -and all my skill which I call art, is devoted to simply staying on...”

“...you called me poet-priest - I am. ...devoted to my art, faithful to you...or, is the other way around?...”

“...take off your sweater in the darkness and static flares as a tiny lightning storm - I am the same at the end of your fingertips ...”

“...art is weaker than life - in the end I have a bag of letters to scrabble into order - rune tiles to cast my fate...”

“...writing with ferocity is a gift, provided that ferocity is a monomaniacal devotion to pursuing the truth ...”

“...I don't want security - to be self-assured - I want to risk my heart in making your portrait and be paid the wages of your devotion...”

“... my early writing was a silent fury - at what or whom, I had no idea - but I shut it in until it burned my bones and now, I've let it out...”