Opposites are attracted when each one is anxious about its own character.

Your presence in this house is almost as painful and enormous as your absence.

The pleasure we feel, reading a poem, is our assurance of its integrity.

I want to sleep like the birds then wake to write you again without hope that you read me.

The greatest kindness would put a bullet in his bright eye.

Less is more, in prose as in architecture.

Today when I begin writing I’m aware: something that I don’t understand drives this engine.