We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.

All your anxiety is because of your desire for harmony. Seek disharmony, then you will gain peace.

The rose does best as a rose. Lilies make the best lilies. And look! You - the best you around!

I don't want learning, or dignity, or respectability. I want this music, and this dawn, and the warmth of your cheek against mine.

I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.

There's a hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music.... When you're full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should.

If you follow the ways in which you were trained, which you may have inherited, for no other reason than this, you are illogical.