I invented the colors of the vowels!--A black, E white, I red, O blue, U green--I made rules for the form and movement of each consonant, and, and with instinctive rhythms, I flattered myself that I had created a poetic language accessible, some day, to all the senses.

True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.

My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

True life is elsewhere

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?