The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.

I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator.

To gain your own voice you have to forget about having it heard.

I don't think there is any truth. There are only points of view.

I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.

Sanity - a trick of agreement

one must verge on the unknown, write toward the truth hitherto unrecognizable of one’s own sincerity, including the avoidable beauty of doom, shame, and embarrassment, that very area of personal self-recognition,(detailed individual is universal remember) which formal conventions, internalized, keep us from discovering in ourselves and others