“...some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns...”

“...some people are incapable of love - they have calloused souls...”

“...have I told you? - your eyes are a dark poem of dancing snow at midnight ...”

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

“...the monk beat me to break my spirit, incensed I knew Acquinas - angry, I knew his riddle - beauty is what is pleasing to the eye - he wasn't...”

“... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...”

“...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...”