think of nothing things think of wind

I've got something inside of me, peasantlike and stubborn, and I'm in it till the end of the race.

We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.

You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend.

The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.

You don't run out on people; you run out on yourself.

Many universities have asked me to come for a semester but I don't want to do it because I don't have the patience.