In the dream life you don't deliberately set out to dream about a house night after night; the dream itself insists you look at whatever is trying to come into visibility.

It's more for me as with going into a forest: if you sit quietly for a long time, the life around you emerges. As the world grows ever more clamorous, my hunger for silence steepens. I unplug the landline.

In order to gain anything, you must first lose everything

Poetry's work is the clarification and magnification of being.

History, mythology, and folktales are filled with stories of people punished for saying the truth. Only the Fool, exempt from society's rules, is allowed to speak with complete freedom.

At some unnoticed moment, I began to understand that a life is written in indelible ink.

If truth is the lure, humans are fishes.