willingness to explore everything is a sign of strength. The weak ones have prejudices. Prejudices are a protection.

The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.

Is devotion to others a cover for the hungers and the needs of the self, of which one is ashamed? I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not virtue. It was a disguise.

What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands. I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.

The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements.

Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.

We see things the way we are, not the way they are.