Without Hope We Are Lost.

Poetry Is Perhaps What Teaches Us To Nurture The Charming Illusion: How To Be Reborn Out Of Ourselves Over And Over Again, And Use Words To Construct A Better World, A Fictitious World That Enables Us To Sign A Pact For A Permanent And Comprehensive Peace ... With Life.

We Suffer From An Incurable Malady: Hope.

I See Poetry As Spiritual Medicine.

Nothing Is Harder On The Soul, Than The Smell Of Dreams, While They're Evaporating.

I Never Wanted Children, Maybe I'm Afraid Of Responsibility.