“....you were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors....”

“...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 ...”

“He swung around. His body, bathed in the first rays of the sun, was stippledwith color like a stained glass saint.”

“...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...”

“Then, with a stately leap, the sun bounded into the sky, and the whole, messy, beautiful, broken world was stained with fire.”

“I consider myself a stained-glass window. And this is how I live my life. Closing no doors and covering no windows; I am the multi-colored glass with light filtering through me, in many different shades. Allowing light to shed and fall into many many hues. My job is not to direct anything, but only to filter into many colors. My answer is destiny and my guide is joy. And there you have me.”