I am possessed by love and have no options.

Music is the unspoken language that can convey feelings more accurately than talking ever could.

Sleep tries to seduce me by promising a more reasonable tomorrow.

If I had my wilderness, nature could be my lover. What can I do in the paved streets for my thirsty roots? I waste time. I encourage fools. I slip the vital hours into penny slot machines -- to pass time, to start my stuck wheels only love can oil.

It's not what happens to us that defines us. It's what we choose to do with what happens to us that defines us.

It's because I'm only interested in the big things that I'm not interested in politics.

What is poetry? Do not enquire. The secret dies by prying. How does the heart beat? I fainted when I saw it on the screen, opening and closing like a flower ... Poetry is like this, it is life moving, terrible, vivid. Look the other way when you write, or you might faint.