"i touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place patiently the river asks for its share of the drizzle and, bit by bit, a tomorrow passing in poems approaches."
"There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm."
"I am a grateful…grapefruit."
Lustmord (1993-1995), Jenny Holzer
"i was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched."