I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

Authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer.

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.

A sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing.

Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart.

You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands.