“Words Like FreedomThere are words like FreedomSweet and wonderful to say.On my heartstrings freedom singsAll day everyday.There are words like LibertyThat almost make me cry.If you had known what I knowYou would know why.”

“All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days and days and days.”

“I had known another world. It is impossible to give it a name. There are words like enchantment, words like bliss, but they didn't say it, they were stupid words. No words really said it. There was nothing to say about it except that I had known it, it had been mine. It was the one real thing, more real than the world.”

“Finding A WayI'd like you for a friend.I'd like to find the wayof asking you to be my friend.I don't know what to say.What would you like to hear?What is it I can do?There has to be some word, some lookConnecting me to you.”

“He does not know what freedom is. Freedom is a word, less than a word, a noise, one of the multitude of noises I make when I open my mouth.”

“What would you like to do with my neck?’ I asked. ‘Seduce me with your words. Feel free.”