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

“...with you, I'm always on the verge - feeling dizzy like looking at waves - and you, my Love, make me tipsy...”

“...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...”

“...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...”

“...I committed a sin the day I refused you - I discovered metal inside me where my heart should be - forgive me, Love, for acting on principles...”

“...the making of stories is only one part of my craft -mainly, I'm a heart whisperer...”

“...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?...”