My first two books are out of print and, okay, they can sleep there comfortably. It's early work, derivative work.

Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.

When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then. So I try not to miss anything. I think, in my whole life, I have never missed The full moon or the slipper of its coming back. Or, a kiss. Well, yes, especially a kiss.

Things take the time they take. don't worry. How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine?

Wild sings the bird of the heart in the forests of our lives.

It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.

And I do not want anymore to be useful, to be docile, to lead / children out of the fields into the text / of civility, to teach them that they are (they are not) better than the grass.