“Before the cock crowsThe Raven will callAnd you will be no longer.”~Asher Lake”

“Oh you will die and soon because you made the choice to fall in love.”~Asher Lake”

“Now I stand on the knoll before the grave of Jacob Kahn, the cypress tall against the blue morning sky and the wind warm on my face. It is the only sense left me, I hear him say. There are colors in the wind, Asher Lev. Find your demons again and return to your work. Colors wait for you in the wind. Things were too comfortable for you. An artist needs a broken world in order to have pieces to shape into art. Isn't that right, Asher Lev? Comfort is death to art. Asher Lev, artist. Asher Lev, troubler. Asher Lev, my future. His voice weaves through the wind, and I add to it the words of the psalmist, " 'Protect me, O God, for I seek refuge in You. I say to the Lord, Your are my benefactor; there is no one above You....' " The wind is red and black in the trembling cypress.”

“When you do what you want, not what you wish...' said the first raven.'When you no longer seek your reflection in others' eyes...' said the second.'When you see yourselves face to face...' said the third.'Then,' the ravens intoned in unison, 'you will have found what you truly seek.”

“I've never heard a man's cock described as a fang before....""Fang, cock.... It's all sexual to a vampire.""But not to an angel. My cock serves a highly specific purpose.”

“Cause I'll be by your side wherever you fallIn the dead of night whenever you callAnd please don't fight these hands that are holding youMy hands are holding you”