The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation.

We have been poisoned by fairy tales.

... America is the greatest humiliator in existence. It is always cultivating the power you get from humiliating others.

I am apparently gentle, unstable, and full of pretenses. I will die a poet killed by the nonpoets, will renounce no dream, resign myself to no ugliness, accept nothing of the world but the one I made myself. I wrote, lived, loved like Don Quixote, and on the day of my death I will say: ‘Excuse me, it was all a dream,’ and by that time I may have found one who will say: ‘Not at all, it was true, absolutely true.’

To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard

Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.

I love your silences, they are like mine.