that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.

It’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there’s no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.

I have gotten so used to melancholia that I greet it like an old friend.

there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.

the grace is being able to like rock music, symphony music, jazz … anything that contains the original energy of joy.

I knew exactly what I was doing: I was doing nothing. because I knew there was nothing to do.