It's true that things are beautiful when they work. Art is function.

I love hiccups and I love sneezes and I love blinks and I love belches and I love gluttons. I love hair. I love bears. For me, the round. For me, the world.

If you want to know what love is, have a child. If you want to know what pain is, bury him.

Metaphors and Similes are the beginning of the democratic system of envy.

Poetry must find ways of breaking distance.... all languages are dialects that are made to break new grounds.

Only what is fated to die is capable of living. Only what dies lives.

Ambulances always come with clouds of smoke. And then they disappear in a whistle. But what they bring is fear. Not freedom. Feardom is what they bring. And they bring fire and smoke. Oh, my nerves are bad tonight, yes, bad. I fear freedom. I, above all, fear the freedom that is above all feardom.