There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions.

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living.

I'm awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in me. I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.

Poetry, which is our relation to the senses, enables us to retain a living relationship to all things. It is the quickest means of transportation to reach dimensions above or beyond the traps set by the so-called realists. It is a way to learn levitation and travel in liberated continents, to travel by moonlight as well as sunlight.

I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.