There are moments in which a rose is more important than a piece of bread

Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces.

we are continually overflowing toward those who preceded us, toward our origin, and toward those who seemingly come after us. ... It is our task to imprint this temporary, perishable earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its essence can rise again “invisibly,” inside us. We are the bees of the invisible. We wildly collect the honey of the visible, to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.

Rose, oh pure contradiction, joy of being No-one's sleep under so many lids.

We are the bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.

Dig deep into your heart, where the answer spreads its roots in your being, and ask yourself solemnly, Must I write?

You darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world, for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone, and then no one outside learns of you. But the darkness pulls in everything: shapes and fires, animals and myself, how easily it gathers them! - powers and people - and it is possible a great energy is moving near me. I have faith in nights.