Be sure that whatever you are is you.

Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.

In a dark time, the eye begins to see / I meet my shadow in the deepening shade...Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.

The soul has many motions, body one.

You must believe: a poem is a holy thing - a good poem, that is. The poem, even a short time after being written, seems no miracle; unwritten, it seems something beyond the capacity of the gods.

Art is our defense against hysteria and death.

In the kingdom of bang and blab.