“...The book of the hours - Tres Riche Heures - what did it matter when I had you?...”

“...yes, I wrote that for you, who can't sort out lie from lay no matter how often I explain it - crayons and perfume - you still don't get it ...”

“...you lifted the veil when you admitted you had no memory of that day - it was so special and your lack of recall so monstrous...”

“...it took me a lifetime of glimpses, but now I see you completely - did I tell you you're beautiful? so kind to animals, children and me...”

“...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...”

“... 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...”

“...when everything changes, I need a bookmark - I need you...”