I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself.
Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.
Today God gives milk / and I have the pail.
Today life opened inside me like an egg.
I wonder if the artist ever lives his life--he is so busy recreating it.
The snow has quietness in it; no songs, no smells, no shouts or traffic. When I speak my own voice shocks me.