The Truth Is Dark Under Your Eyelids.

Here Is Something We Can All Count On. Sooner Or Later Our Tribe Always Comes To Ask Us To Agree To Murder.

Poetry Is An Orphan Of Silence. The Words Never Quite Equal The Experience Behind Them.

I Left Parts Of Myself Everywhere, The Way Absent-minded People Leave Gloves And Umbrellas Whose Colors Are Sad From Dispensing So Much Bad Luck

The World Is Beautiful But Not Sayable. That's Why We Need Art.

A Poem Is An Invitation To A Voyage. As In Life, We Travel To See Fresh Sights.