Poetry is the one thing that isn't contaminated, the one thing that isn't part of the game.

Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.

One should read Borges more.

Being alone makes us stronger. That’s the honest truth. But it’s cold comfort, since even if I wanted company no one will come near me anymore.

Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn't clear ... was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.

Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.

No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.