“I want to see the thirstinside the syllablesI want to touch the firein the sound:I want to feel the darknessof the cry. I wantwords as roughas virgin rocks.” - Verb.”
“I want to see thirstIn the syllables,Tough fireIn the sound;Feel through the darkFor the scream.”
“I didn't want to be a virgin. That much I knew. I didn't want to feel like the immature prude who knew nothing about sex. I hated not knowing things. The trouble was...as much as I didn't want to be a virgin, I also didn't want to have sex.”
“I'm sorry, what do you want to order?""A virgin. I want to order a virgin.”
“I didn’t want to be prideful anymore. I wanted to be as hard as and brittle as the stones I carted into the woods. Stones that could not feel or cry or see. I wished not to feel anything at all. In no time, what I wished for, I became.”
“I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say 'he feels deeply, he feels tenderly'.”