To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

I don't want to go on being a root in the dark, vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep, downward, in the soaked guts of the earth, absorbing and thinking, eating each day.

Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.

Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.

I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees.