People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.

Nothing happens unless first we dream.

Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.

Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life.

Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, 'Listen!' and 'Did you see it?' 'Did you hear it? What was it?'

Such a Big miracle in such a tiny baby. Big things often have small beginnings A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.

Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters.