“I am the wood frame, the bundle of ox hair, and the creative spark... my value unhangable.”

“The instant I recognize and honor the creative spark in you, the instant I see it unfolding in front of my eyes.”

“I am most annoyed with the real possibility and the likely hood that what I have to say as a progeny of my thinking may not be of much value until well after my demise!".~R. Alan Woods [2012]”

“I am a bundle of nerves dressed up to look like a man!”

“The night crackled ... Everything had turned to static electricity in the heat. I combed my hair to watch the sparks fly from the ends.”

“I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chains -I will remember my old strength and all my forest affairs.I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugar cane;I will go out to my own kind, and the wood-folk in their lairs.I will go out until the day, until the morning break -Out to the wind's untainted kiss, the water's clean caress;I will forget my ankle-ring and snap my picket stake.I will revisit my lost love and playmates masterless!”