Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there's no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.

Something doesn't start at its usual time. Something doesn't happen as it should. Someone was always, always here, then suddenly disappeared and stubbornly stays disappeared.

Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.

Poorly prepared for the dignity of life, I barely keep up with the pace of the action imposed. Reality demands.

No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning —three cheers for the ants.

I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.

Sometimes I write quickly, sometimes I spend several weeks on a single poem. I would really love for readers not to be able to guess which of the poems took so much work!