Don't you know no one can escape the power of creatures reaching out with breath alone?

Don't you know no one can escape the power of creatures reaching out with breath alone?

However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.

I opened my veins. Unstoppably life spurts out with no remedy. Now I set out bowls and plates. Every bowl will be shallow. Every plate will be small. And overflowing their rims, into the black earth, to nourish the rushes unstoppably without cure, gushes poetry.

An amazing observation: it is precisely for feelings that one needs time, not for thought. ... Feelings, obviously, are more demanding than thought.

The one that burned the hottest is the first to die.

One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk.