...it is not possible to create the opposite of what one has always known, simply because the opposite is believed to be desired. Human beings need what they already know, even horrors.

…my Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have.

Young girls are sad. They like to be; it makes them feel strong.

Narrative is one of the best intoxicants or tranquilisers.

The minds of stone lovers had colonised stones as lichens clung to them with golden or grey-green florid stains. The human world of stones is caught in organic metaphors like flies in amber. Words came from flesh and hair and plants. Reniform, mammilated, botryoidal, dendrite, haematite. Carnelian is from carnal, from flesh. Serpentine and lizardite are stone reptiles ; phyllite is leafy-green.

An odd phrase, "by heart," he would add, as though poems were stored in the bloodstream.

I think the names of colors are at the edge, between where language fails and where it's at its most powerful.