“...always-the sharp,plaintive edgeon the rimof the spoonof my giving.(lines 8-13 of the poem 'Confessions')”
“My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing”
“...It's not that the worm forgives the plough; it gives it no mind. (Pain occurs, in passing.) (lines 37-39 in the poem 'Fantasia on a Theme from IKEA')”
“All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name.Remembered line from a long-forgotten poem”
“Of all the advice I can give someone...this is the most important: Never mess with a coconut salesman. A sharp machete is always at hand.”
“I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die sharing my stories and laughing with you and until then, I'll run around this world... Confessing my stories and making everyone else, confess their's to me.”