"I like your smile but I ain't your type, Don't shake the tree when the fruit ain't ripe"

“In another time's forgotten space, your eyes looked through your mother's face, Wildflower seed on the sand and stone, may the four winds blow you safely home. Roll away ... the dew”

“There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night. And if you go, no one may follow. That path is for your steps alone.”

“Shall we go, you and I, while we can? Through... the transitive nightfall of diamonds”

“Crippled but free, I was blind all the time I was learning to see.”

“The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master”

“Lovers come and go, the river roll, roll, roll.”