One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.

Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.

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

Look to your heart that flutters in and out like a moth. God is not indifferent to your need. You have a thousand prayers but God has one.

I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.

Images are the heart of poetry ... You're not a poet without imagery.

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.