“The morning slips away in a Valium haze and catalogues,
And numerous cups of coffee,
In the afternoon the weekly food is put in bags - as you float off down the high street.
The shop windows reflect, play a nameless host to a closet ghost -
A picture of your fantasy, a victim of your misery…”

“In the tangerine haze you stood
bathed in the morning sun
coming undone
in the tangerine haze
you take me hostage
as we play in the tangerine haze.”

“That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.”

“Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away.
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away.”

“Do you wrestle with dreams?
Do you contend with shadows?
Do you move in a kind of sleep?
Time has slipped away.
Your life is stolen.
You tarried with trifles,
Victim of your folly.”

“He walked down the side street to a wide thoroughfare of shop-windows and offices. This, he assumed, was one of the main arteries of London, a city he did not know very well. There were sodium street-lights, lights in windows. Occasional cars sped by. There was even an airline bus crammed with yawning passengers. Edwin saw himself reflected in a window full of tape-recorders.”

“I'm traveling alone
Up the highway of sight
The blue shadows fall
On the graveyard of stone
The mild afternoon
Puts the coffee cup down
My eyes see the moon... rise
And all I am is energy
And now I'm in this form
I came shooting down the universe at birth”

“Wake up and smell the coffee
Is your cup half full or empty?”

“Art's cruel. You can get away with murder with words. But a picture is like a window straight through to your inmost heart.”

“The thing about light is that it really isn’t yours; it’s what you gather and shine back. And it gets more power from reflectiveness; if you sit still and take it in, it fills your cup, and then you can give it off yourself.”