“A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.”

“This is a song for a scribbled out nameAnd my love keeps writing again and againThis is a song for a scribbled out nameAnd my love keeps writing again and againAnd again and again and again and again and again and again...”

“When I want to write something I just sit down (or stand up) and do it. Scribble, scribble, nothing could be easier. It helps, naturally, to have something to say.”

“When trying to seduce a woman, a writer says: 'I'm a writer', and scribbles a poem on a napkin. It always works.”

“Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God's secrets.Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless.Although I may try to describe love,when I experience it, I am speechless.Although I may try to write about love, I am rendered helpless. My pen breaks, and the paper slips awayat the ineffable place where lover loving and loved are one.Every moment is made glorious by the light of Love.”

“This is the nature of love." Vashet said. "To attempt to describe it will drive a woman mad. This is what keeps poets scribbling endlessly away. If one could pin it to paper all complete, the others would lay down their pens. But it cannot be done.”