The troubles came and I saved what I could save. A thread of light, a particle, a wave.

A woman watches her body uneasily, as though it were an unreliable ally in the battle for love.

Seriousness is not Calvinistic, it's not a renunciation, it's the very opposite of that.

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded, Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed, Everybody knows that the war is over, Everybody knows the good guys lost.

My two great heroes are W. B. Yeats and Federico Garcia Lorca.

I try to make those references. I try to make sure that they're not too obscure. But outside of that, I dare not claim anything in the spiritual realm for my own.

I never really liked poetry readings; I liked to read poetry by myself, but I liked singing, chanting my lyrics to this jazz group.