Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.

I'd have to be really quick to describe clouds - a split second's enough for them to start being something else.

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

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

All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.

I like being near the top of a mountain. One can't get lost here.

I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.