If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.
He who cannot howl will not find his pack.
Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.
There’s no preparation for poetry.
I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck
There are people who live inside their heads and their intellects. It's something one is born with and stuck with. It's not something you make a decision about.