There is a kind of poetry, bad and good, in evrything, everywhere we look.

Then I saw her smile so close to my eye that there was nothing to see but the smile and the thought came into my head that I’d never been inside a smile before. Who’d have thought being inside a smile would be so ancient and so modern both at once

Words are like untying a corset - you can move into this great space with them.

I want to be bored. But I can't. But I really don't want to be this thing that I'm having to be instead of being bored.

I have thought for a long time that the way my clothes hang on me is more important than me inside them.

Tonight I can smell the season the way it's usually only possible to at the very first moments of its return, before you're used to it, when you've forgotten its smell, then there it is back in the air and the flow of things shifting and resettling again.

Art makes nothing happen in a way that makes something happen.