“ My head was a desolate place and as barren as the bare hills of Le Marche. Until I began to build in it, only vultures nested there. Lisa St. Aubin de Terán
“ The palace started as a single vaulted room and grew in proportion to my despair. It began as an exercise to keep my mind from its melancholy, then it became a dream and a necessity. . . . I built a t… Lisa St. Aubin de Terán
“ Like poetry, in times of intense emotion the image returns to me. Like poetry, it stroked my soul and, by turns, lulled and stoked my senses. Lisa St. Aubin de Terán
