You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop.

You are like nobody since I love you.

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

We came by night to the Fortunate Isles, And lay like fish Under the net of our kisses.

In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.

I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen.

It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.