I have loved you in every manner that my imagination could contrive. I have wanted you so deeply that my body sang with pain and pleasure. You have been my obsession, my passion, my philosophers' stone of fantasy. You are my desire, my longing, my spirit. I love you unconditionally. - Sabine Strohem

The threads of circumstance that lead to tomorrow are so tenuous that all the fussing and worrying about decisions is futile compared to the pure randomness of existence.

I do what I want to do. I see where my enthusiasm is. Over the years, my techniques expanded. That's how the writing came out.

Art becomes a spiritual process depending upon the degree of commitment that you bring to it. Every experience becomes direct food for your art. Then your art teaches you about life.

She who licks her lips knows the taste of her lover's desires

in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.

I was frightened to go forward, but I was even more frightened of going back.