A little candor never leaves me. It is what protects me.

The children whom nobody leads by the hand are the children who know they are children.

Night is a world lit by itself.

The shadows: some hide, others reveal.

I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them.

All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.

I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.