Through all the windows I only see infinity.

Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza. [ ] but his stanza is not completely empty [ * ]

Who has never killed an hour?

Knowledge is hot water on wool. It shrinks time and space.

No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum’thing has always been and always will be you.

You got a death wish, Truant?' Which was the thing that scared me. 'Cause maybe I did.