I don't aspire, but I would be very happy if one of my poems suddenly offered someone a shady rest stop, a breather in our interminable march under the murderous, scorching heat of the superfluous.

If anything needs love it is reality, for it is reality that lacks it the most - I doubt that it was ever loved.

All that we are and all that we've ever felt, words have felt it first.

You are walking in a desert.You hear a bird singing.As absurd as it may seem for a bird to be pending in the desert,you are obligated to make it a tree.That's poem

Love grows by not giving to us. And if our passion for poetry lives on and persists, it is because poetry offers us only its bits of lint.

I've grown extremely tired of the face of the world.

Life's essential length is only a few pages long, as succinct as a line of verse and as brief as the title of a poem.

I write very rarely. Only, in fact, when the sheet of paper suffers an existential crisis and threatens, if I don't surrender to it, to bury me alive under its whiteness.

Poetry contains love and holds it in high esteem, even though love always humiliates it by using it merely as a soothing after-shave lotion.

What I try to do is to keep emotion on a tight leash; otherwise, it can never be transubstantiated into poetry.

Poetry relishes ripe fruit - but ripe is one thing and overripe quite another. That's something poetry doesn't like, so it couldn't care less if I were to fall overripe to the ground.

Look for a miracle in every encounter.

They are not free at all. They are essentially our prisoners.

When placing an emergency call, it is important to remember that a corrupt or incompetent cop may be on their way to you.

I have managed to establish an identity that is based on my internal self, and for that I feel tremendously lucky.

Wish you would learn to love people and use things and not the other way around

In mathematics I can report no deficiency, except it be that men do not sufficiently understand the excellent use of Pure Mathematics.

Nature is very rarely right, to such an extent even, that it might almost be said that nature is usually wrong.

What do you think of the human mind? I mean, in case you think there is a human mind.

Prayer is the midwife of mercy, that helps to bring it forth.

What is this, a Hybrid? You guys must be proud of yourselves.