“Who am I? I'm a poet. My business? Writing.How do I live? I live.In my happy poverty I squander like a prince,my poems and songs of love.In hopes and dreams and castles-in-air,I'm a millionaire in spirit .”

“I'm a great poet. I don't put my poems on paper: they consist of actions and feelings.”

“I'm dying. I am dying. I have finally achieved what I set out to do. My heart is splitting open and I breathe in but no air gets into my lungs.”

“I'm a poet, and I like my lies the way my mother used to make them.”

“When I got to the library I came to a standstill, - ah, the dear room, what happy times I have spent in it rummaging amongst the books, making plans for my garden, building castles in the air, writing, dreaming, doing nothing.”

“On this literary journey. I never thought that this would ever come true. I'm finally living out my dreams. Not trying to be a carbon copy I'm the blueprint, I am who I am and not going to make excuses for who I am. I'll never trying to pretend to be someone else its too hard being me as it is, nor would I try to walk in another's shoes, don't need the foot fungus. I'm too much of a Diva for that, I love my own Stillettos! Now that is my swag ™”