But suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build. Twice I have so simply declared myself, have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy, have taken on his craft, his magic.
All I am is the trick of words writing themselves.
Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.
life is a trick, life is a kitten in a sack.
Images are the heart of poetry ... You're not a poet without imagery.
The sanest thing in this world is love.