Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle.

Today, the sun is everywhere, and everything solid is nothing but its own shadow, I know that the real things in life, the things I remember, the things I turn over in my hands, are not houses, bank accounts, prizes or promotions. What I remember is love -- all love -- love of this dirt road, this sunrise, a day by the river, the stranger I met in a café. Myself, even, which is the hardest thing of all to love, because love and selfishness are not the same thing. It is easy to be selfish. It is hard to love who I am. No wonder I am surprised if you do.

Now that I have lost you I cannot allow you to develop, you must be a photograph not a poem.

To kiss well one must kiss solely. No groping hands or stammering hearts. The lips and the lips alone are the pleasure. Passion is sweeter split strand by strand. Divided and re-divided like mercury then gathered up only at the last moment.

What you eat is the most political thing you do every day

Everyone thinks their own situation most tragic. I am no exception.

Every moment you steal from the present is a moment you've lost forever. There is only now.