"Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world, but the heart has its beaches, its homeland, and thoughts of its own. Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings, but the heart has its seasons its evenings, and songs of its own"

“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”

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

“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”