In a dream you are never eighty.
I cannot walk an inch / without trying to walk to God.
Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.
We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!
The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.
A woman / who loves a woman / is forever young.