The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home.

Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.

Rats live on no evil star

Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements.

Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks.

I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said... but did not.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.