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

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

“...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...”

“...I guess you're right - I am a priest - I offer sacrifices - so take this line, I want you to have something of mine...”

“...what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?...”

“... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...”

“...You say you don't mistrust me, yet you quote Chrysostom - Hell is paved with priests' skulls....”