Let there be a heaven so that man may outlive his grasses.
The snow has quietness in it; no songs, no smells, no shouts or traffic. When I speak my own voice shocks me.
Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.
The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.
I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.
Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone.