“Bless you. Be careful. Anyone intending to meddle with words needs such blessing, such warning.”

“You're sad because you're sad.It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.Go see a shrink or take a pill,or hug your sadness like an eyeless dollyou need to sleep.Well, all children are sadbut some get over it.Count your blessings. Better than that,buy a hat. Buy a coat or a pet.Take up dancing to forget.”

“The animals have no need for speech, why talk when you are a word.”

“The sky darkens from ultramarine to indigo. God bless the namers of oil paints and high-class women’s underwear, Snowman thinks. Rose-Petal Pink, Crimson Lake, Sheer Mist, Burnt Umber, Ripe Plum, Indigo, Ultramarine – they’re fantasies in themselves, such words and phrases. It’s comforting to remember that Homo sapiens sapiens was once so ingenious with language, and not only with language. Ingenious in every direction at once.”

“He considers me also a little fragile because artistic. I need to be cared for, like a potted plant.”

“In ten years, you'll be on a stamp /where anyone at all can lick you.”

“You need a certain amount of nerve to be a writer.”