If the sky falls they shall have clouds for supper.

The secret wish of poetry is to stop time.

I slept little, read a lot, and fell in love frequently.

Roberto Calasso's survey of the renewed interest in myth demonstrates how decisive the gods' influence was on modern literature. Calasso is not only immensely learned; he is one of the most original thinkers and writers we have today.

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

The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your dimness or its dimness, who's to say? In the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket.

If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.