Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

Now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living

Your poems are rather hard to understand, whereas your paintings are so easy. Easy? Of course - you paint flowers and girls and sunsets; things that everybody understands. I never met him. Who? Everybody. Did you ever hear of nonrepresentational painting? I am. Pardon me? I am a painter, and painting is nonrepresentational. Not all painting. No: housepainting is representational. And what does a housepainter represent? Ten dollars an hour. In other words, you don't want to be serious - It takes two to be serious.

I spill my bright incalculable soul

I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses