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.

A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first awake.

Nothing happens... but first a dream.

The past is a bucket of ashes

Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and they no longer have it.

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.

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?'