Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?

Something needn't be large to be good.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?

It is like what we imagine knowledge to be: dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free.

Open the book. (The gilt rubs off the edges of the pages and pollinates the fingertips.)

Icebergs behoove the soul (both being self-made from elements least visible) to see themselves: fleshed, fair, erected, indivisible.

Sometimes it seemsas though only intelligent people are stupid enough to fall in love & only stupid people are intelligent enough to let themselves be loved.