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

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

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

After a sleepless night the body gets weaker, It becomes dear and not yours - and nobody's. Just like a seraph you smile to people And arrows moan in the slow arteries. After a sleepless night the arms get weaker And deeply equal to you are the friend and foe. Smells like Florence in the frost, and in each Sudden sound is the whole rainbow. Tenderly light the lips, and the shadow's golden Near the sunken eyes. Here the night has sparked This brilliant likeness - and from the dark night Only just one thing - the eyes - are growing dark.

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

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.

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