The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.

Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.

The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.

The ambition of much of today's literary theory seems to be to find ways to read literature without imagination.

Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.

I was already dozing off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves explaining themselves all at the same time so that I could not make out a single word. My life was a beautiful mystery on the verge of understanding, always on the verge! Think of it!

If the sky falls they shall have clouds for supper.