I like to read because it kills me.
In the end I would rather wonder than know
Words have a love for each other, a desire that culminates in poetry.
The origins of poetry are clearly rooted in obscurity, in secretiveness, in incantation, in spells that must at once invoke and protect, tell the secret and keep it.
My happiness is marred only by my failure to attain it.
The industrial world destroys nature not because it doesnโt love it but because it is not afraid of it.