Complacency is a state of mind that exists only in retrospective: it has to be shattered before being ascertained.

Let all of life be an unfettered howl.

All colors made me happy: even gray. My eyes were such that literally they Took photographs.

while the scientist sees everything that happens in one point of space, the poet feels everything that happens in one point of time.

I am sentimental,’ she said. ‘I could dissect a koala but not its baby. I like the words damozel, eglantine, elegant. I love when you kiss my elongated white hand.

To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute.

Maybe the only thing that hints at a sense of Time is rhythm; not the recurrent beats of the rhythm but the gap between two such beats, the gray gap between black beats: the Tender Interval.