It was not an adventure; it was my life.

And as we stray further from love, we multiply the words. Had we remained together we could have become a silence.

I try to stay a civilian, to live as a human, not as a poet.

From the place where we are right, flowers will not grow in the spring.

What are you going to do now? You'll collect loves like stamps. You've got doubles and no one will trade with you. And you've got damaged ones.

The phrase I like to use to describe my sense of time-a play on comparative literature - is comparative time.

The soul inside me is the last foreign language I'm learning.