What is the main thing in love? to know and to hide. To know about the one you love and to hide that you love. At times the hiding (shame) overpowers the knowing (passion). The...

A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.

Don’t you know no one can escapethe power of creatures reaching outwith breath alone?

My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You’ve been with me on every road I’ve taken. My scar and my protection.

I opened my veins. Unstoppablylife spurts out with no remedy.Now I set out bowls and plates.Every bowl will be shallow.Every plate will be small.And overflowing their rims,into the black earth, to nourishthe rushes unstoppablywithout cure,...

I have two enemies in all the world, Two twins, inseparably fused:The hunger of the hungry and the fullness of the full.

There are books so alive that you’re always afraid that while you weren’t reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too,...

(Everyday life is like a sack: with holes. And you carry it anyway.)

Somewhere in the night ahuman being is drowning.

The eclipses ofpoets are not foretold in the calender.

For the way of the comets is the poet’s way.

One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk.