My favorite mode of communication is in the world beyond: a dream, to see in a dream. My second favorite is correspondence.

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.

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

My favorite mode of communication is in the world beyond: a dream, to see in a dream. My second favorite is correspondence.

My verses are my diary. My poetry is a poetry of proper names.