The earth is heavy and opaque without dreams.

Only when the poet and the scientist work in unison will we have living experiences and knowledge of the marvels of the universe as they are being discovered.

I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.

The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.

She was fully, painfully aware that very rarely did midnight strike in two hearts at once, very rarely did midnight arouse two different equal desires, and that any dislocation in this, any indifference, was an indication of disunity, of the difficulties, the impossibilities of fusion between two human beings.

I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.

Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.