My whole being is a dark chantthat will carry you perpetuating youto the dawn of eternal growths and blossomingsin this chant I sighed you, ohin this chant,I grafted you to the tree, to the water, to the fire. - فروغ فرخزاد
two Lesbian Agents with glazed faces of grafted penis flesh sat sipping spinal fluid through alabaster straws - William S Burroughs
For me, the short story is not a character sketch, a mouse trap, an epiphany, a slice of suburban life. It is the flowering of a symbol center. It is a poem grafted onto sturdier stock. - William H. Gass