Chloe turned to Vetch. The poet said gently, "You see, you do have power. Words give you power, to create or destroy." His eyes flickered to Clare. "Even to forgive.

Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. -Songs of Sapphique

He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison.

Only the man who has known freedom Can define his prison.

He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.

None of us have much idea where we are. Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who.

Freedom is a small price to pay for survival.

And what would they be scared of? There's nothing to fear in a perfect world, is there?

All my life I have dreamed of you.

All my years to this moment All my roads to this wall. All my words to this silence All my pride to this fall. -Songs of Sapphique

Because I have dreams and in those dreams I see the stars

The moment to make your dreams come true is day before tomorrow, same time, called NOW.

If an artist is not only he who sings or paints, but he who express himself by words or drawing then I can consider myself as one.

I would rather stand alone in the light of truth than in the crowd filled with error.

Punk is no longer a subculture or a counterculture in any way. It's totally just a small reflecting mirror for the same things that go on in larger culture.

He knows nothing and thinks he knows everything. That points clearly to a political career.

If I'm going to feel estranged and alienated and away from home I don't want anyone interrupting it to debate which berries to have in their pancakes.

The only great spirit of our time.

Things have a way of turning out so badly.

There is a better way for everything. Find it.