An avalanche doesn’t look back at the damage it causes.

Sometimes out of sheer perversion reality conforms to my wishes.

There is no fact which is not at least part fiction.

Words have to make sense; facts don’t. That life makes no sense is the most beautiful fact of all.

One learns by doing, not by learning to do.

Thirst is a language even the grass understands.

My life is my book, but I can’t read it.

Speak in your own voice about the things that matter to you.

Self-doubt inflicts the deepest wounds.

Writing begins as a solitary obsession and ends up as communication.

Ideas stand in the corner and laugh while we fight over them.

When the wings are too heavy, the bird can’t fly.

The past lives through us. We are its legacy.

The time you absolutely have to get off your ass and act is when action seems futile

Genius is the seed slowly germinating in the ground.

Things put in the wrong place have found a new place.

When death speaks to me, it speaks only of the beauty of life.

Morning will come, it has no choice.

The knowledge an artist possesses is an advanced form of daydreaming.

Cities are built out of poet’s dreams.

We must act to free our minds, not think.

Time and the wind never leave anything alone.

If wars still exist, it’s because we don’t love peace enough.

Only kind people seem really human.

Ideas are like money: people kill for ideas.

There is a madness that is joy, and a madness that is just madness.

Practically all the sadness we experience in life comes from our feeling sorry for ourselves.

How beautiful to touch another’s soul with a word, a gesture, a thought.

Words of the hero: “I am my fate.

I’m more curious to know what a cat think than what a philosopher thinks.

Mannequins can’t dress themselves. Stones go wherever you throw them.

What is alienation? Thought.

The mind’s best trick is the illusion that it exists.

You can always count on God to do nothing.

Self-censorship is the most insidious form of censorship.

The poet: just another sleepwalker dreaming he’s awake.

If one bite fills you, you don’t need two.

When an audience shares your prejudices you can always count on their applause.

If words are the truth, what is living for?

Be a poet in action as well as in words.

Cowardice is the fear of contradiction.

Everything an artist smells, hears, tastes, touches becomes part of his art.

Order is what exists before you start arranging things.

Freedom’s chains are the hardest to break.

Under a red desert sky all thought seems superfluous.

When a head and a wall collide it’s never the wall that breaks.

Every wars casts humanity back into the primordial slime.

Literature, the act of writing, affirms life, however dark the story it tells.

Men are always ready to fight; it’s tenderness that scares them.

Most of our cares are imaginary. We think them into existence.