To write a poem is like trying to catch a lizard without its tail falling off.

But I love to feel events overlapping each other, crawling over one another like wet crabs in a basket

It is the duty of every patriot to hate his country creatively.

Frost in January minus 20 for a week. Dead birds frozen on the branch—they fall with the first thaw like ripe fruit—death-ripened. We shall all end like them—just a stain in the snow.

There is no pain compared to that of loving a woman who makes her body accessible to one and yet who is incapable of delivering her true self -- because she does not know where to find it.

Truth is what most contradicts itself.

An idea is like a rare bird which cannot be seen. What one sees is the trembling of the branch it has just left.