Best thing to happen for a poet. A fine death, no? An impressive death.

To say good-bye is to deny separation; it is to say Today we play at going our own ways, but we'll see each other tomorrow. Men invented farewells because they somehow knew themselves to be immortal, even while seeing themselves as contingent and ephemeral.

My friends tell me that I am an intruder, that I don't really write when I attempt poetry. But those of my friends who write in prose say that I'm no writer when I attempt prose. So really I don't know what to do, I'm in a quandary.

Literature is not exhaustible, for the sufficient and simple reason that a single book is not.

In all fiction, when a man is faced with alternatives he chooses one at the expense of others.

The worst labyrinth is not that intricate form that can entrap us forever, but a single and precise straight line

I gazed at every mirror on the planet, not one gave back my reflection.