“Kiss me a question, ask me again with your eyes and I'll answer with my fingers, trailing reasons down your spine. There's a theory behind your knees and a postulate in that sweet spot on your neck, and I'll respond to your query with a smooch and a holler, roll you up against the sink and wash your hair, make love till the plates fall off the shelf”

“I lay the book on the floor, open to the middle. It's a lovely volume, green leather covers, engraved endpapers. I remove my shoes and step into it up to my ankles, knees, hips, chest, until only my head is showing and the pages spread around me and the words bob up and down and bump into my neck, and the punctuation sticks to my chin and cheeks so I look like I need a shave.”

“They are closing the mine in two weeks, they say. Six days a week bumping down in the gondola, pecking out the rocks and hauling them back up, doing it again the next day for twenty-seven years, one cave-in, three thin raises, and a failed strike. Where am I going to go every day, what am I going to do with all that sunshine?”

“I'll be your mirrorReflect what you areIn case you don't knowI'll be the sunThe wind and the rainThe light on your doorTo show that you're home.When you think the nights is in your mind,That inside you're twisted and unkindLet me stand to show that you are blindPlease put down your hands, 'cause I see you.I find it hardTo believe you don't knowThe beauty you areBut if you don'tLet me be your eyesA hand to your darknessSo you won't be afraid.When you think the night is in your mind That inside you're twisted and unkindLet me stand to show that you are blindPlease put down your hands, 'cause I see you.I'll be your mirror.”

“When you think the night has seen your mind,That inside you're twisted and unkind,Let me stand to show that you are blind.Please put down you hands 'cause I see you.I'll be you mirror, reflect what you are.I'll Be Your Mirror ”

“So show me your fire, show me your heartYou know I'll never let you fall apart, if you keep your eyes open, my love.”

“Let's do what you fear mostThat from which you recoilBut which still makes your eyes moist”