“...we see this tendency to throw off restraints in life, in art - it's an inglorious gesture of thumbing the nose - it makes me laugh...”

“...who is the hunchback in my comic opera, but me? I'm crippled on the inside and unable to make the gestures of love...”

“...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...”

“...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...”

“...I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me...”

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

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