Perhaps art is simply an organism's reaction against its retentive limitations.

If there is anything good about exile, it is that it teaches one humility. It accelerates one’s drift into isolation, an absolute perspective. Into the condition at which all one is left with is oneself and one’s language, with nobody or nothing in between. Exile brings you overnight where it would normally take a lifetime to go.

Perhaps the best proof of the Almighty's existence is that we never know when we are to die.

Poetry is rather an approach to things, to life, than it is typographical production.

Geography blended with time equals destiny.

When the eye fails to find beauty-alias solace-it commands the body to create it, or, failing that, adjusts itself to perceive virtue in ugliness.

As long as the state permits itself to interfere in the affairs of literature, literature has the right to interfere with the affairs of state.