I shall have my lasso, I shall lead the course;I recognize it’s time to mount a different horse.

— Mie Hansson

It’s just another stop on the curvy road the final encounter for the man who has lived death is the answer.

— Mie Hansson

I wore you on me at all times Like I now carry my pen. Unlike your own opinion my Belongings must have a function. You bled through the ink of my lines and To be my subject nursed your thirst. Was it my fault, or your own, that you forgot—I do not deal in tender verse.

— Mie Hansson

Lonely you linger in a league above poetry.

— Mie Hansson

No man has the courage to approach her or initiate questions she herself rise, for all men fear a fascist, and she can very well be a fascist’s wife.

— Mie Hansson

Now, as we close one chapter, the pen is gradually inking up, preparing itself to write the next.

— Mie Hansson

Some find freedom in comfort others find comfort in freedom

— Mie Hansson

The match I struck shall not run dead You’re my first inhale, my last cigarette.

— Mie Hansson

We quenched the bulging flame, amongst the ashes embers of fire remain

— Mie Hansson

What differentiated us was our perception of our mutual reality, which made no difference.

— Mie Hansson