- Voice of the Artist: A demon residing in a tree, on a whim changed himself into a breeze. While in this state he drifted, one morning, by a young maiden. He circled around and back, surrounding her in his form. Gently he blew through her hair, her mind and her dreams. For her seduction, he decided to create a bed, unique for the occasion.
- [first lines]
- Voice of the Artist: I've been imprisoned behind my painting in this limbo for 60 years now since my death. I think half that time I've spent in listening to that monster snore.
- [gates creaks, crashes open]
- Voice of the Artist: Someone's coming! My god it's waking up!
- Voice of the Artist: You gaze at me as a painting on the wall, and I see you as a serving upon some monstrous silver platter.
- Sharon's Brother: [looking at his skeleton hands] There's no flesh left. There's hardly any blood. It's almost like a surgical operation.
- Voice of the Artist: The gifts you give to me, the rings and other jewelry of the victims you've gobbled up before my eyes... one of these rings may contain the answer.
- Mayor: [after newspaper headline 'Mayor Demands Action'] Action, action! We need action!