...when people oppose your view, you can become a lightning rod, but if I were you, I'd let them stew...
...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...
...you are my Lady of Shalott lost in a dream of isolation - I care too much for you - I romanticize depression...
...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...
...you called me poet-priest - I am. ...devoted to my art, faithful to you...or, is the other way around?...
...the answer is not in the damn blank page - it's in the days or years before and you have to dredge it up - exhume the past again ...
...the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don't disfigure me in your eyes - because you know the price I pay for loving you ...
...art is weaker than life - in the end I have a bag of letters to scrabble into order - rune tiles to cast my fate...
...it's easy to express romantic love - harder to manage daily love - to forgive failings close to feelings - to divide self from soul...
...you either forgive a lover for abandoning you or you forgive God for taking them - either way you have to forgive...
...I need you to be a listener - you need me to hang word on. We're friends because neither has discovered a limit where the other ends...
...why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age....
...you must never partly love or stop half way - because then, you become superficial and cannot be deeply hurt or loved...
...all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...
...some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart...
...you merely look at me and I want to confess, but don't - I've buried my heart under the floor boards, but you always dig it up...
...you listen first with the ears - then, you wait and listen for what your heart feels - then you consider what they've said - then, you reply ...
...you can use words if you wish, but I'm warning you - I've learned how to read your heart ...
...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...
...You say you don't mistrust me, yet you quote Chrysostom - Hell is paved with priests' skulls....
...you found me in my lonely labyrinth and like Beatrice, led me out of my own hell...
