Cities at daybreak are no one's, and have no names. And I, too, have no name, dawn, the stars growing pale, the train picking up speed.

Time takes life away and gives us memory, gold with flame, black with embers.

In summer the empire of insects spreads.

A certain traveler who knew many continents was asked what he found most remarkable of all. He replied: the ubiquity of sparrows.

But I was only a chaotic walker, nobody could stop me; even a totalitarian state was not able to control my daydreams, my poetic fascinations, the pattern of my walking.

I drink from a small spring, / my thirst excedes the ocean.

Clear moments are so short. There is much more darkness. More ocean than terra firma. More shadow than form.

This day's nothingness as if from spite became a flame and scorched the lips of children and poets.

I drink from a small spring, my thirst exceeds the ocean.

My house feels like home when you're there.

Three children lay on the rocks at the water's edge.A dark-haired girl, two boys, slightly older.This image is caught forever in my memory, like some fragile creature preserved in amber.

Success is all about falling in love with one idea!

Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone./Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline./18 and life you got it.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

The game women play is men.

I rather wonder what I am doing here. I enjoy city life, you know. The glittering lights, the constant companionship, the liquid entertainment. The lack of sudden monkeys.

True love can't be bought.

Bees are sometimes drowned in the honey which they collectso some writers are lost in their collected learning.

I feel like I'm almost ready to write fiction about the border. But even after 10 years of writing nonfiction about it, I don't think I know quite enough to do it right.