“...you can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands...”

“...when I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears...”

“...at morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock...”

“...come lie beside me again and understand - the others can show by actions, but I alone will immortalize you in words...”

“...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...”

“...you can use words if you wish, but I'm warning you - I've learned how to read your heart ...”

“...you know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words...”