the power of a text is not time-bound. The words go on doing their work.

In this life, you have to be your own hero.

I know now, after fifty years, that the finding/losing, forgetting/remembering, leaving/returning, never stops. The whole of life is about another chance, and while we are alive, till the very end, there is always another chance.

Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision.

The poet will not be satisfied with recording, the poet will have to transform.

There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other's names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power. But on the wild nights who can call you home? Only the one who knows your name.

Only the impossible is worth the effort.