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.

My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.

For the spell is older than experience. For the tale is older than the record.

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

Meanings are translatable. Words are untranslatable… More briefly – a word is translatable, its sound is not.

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

No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?