I have with me all that I do not knowI have lost none of it.

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

From what we cannot hold the stars are made.

Your absence has gone through me

come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.

I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss that I am trying to cross.

Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.

The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

Every new journey transforms the traveler.

Morally it may be better to not kill any creature for their flesh, but biologically, meat was one of the greatest factors involved in the rise of the psychology of thinking humanity.

If you have a sharp brain, then you are an artist.

The more you lose, the more is to be lost, yet it matters less.

I'm pro-life, in the sense that chaos seems like life to me and order seems like death.

Luckily I don't have to buy shoes anymore, because I design them!

Far away if first black, But it shall be back Over field Over flower In the twilight hour. We are home in our tree. We are owls, we are free. As we go, this we know Glaux is nigh.

Poetry is a peerless proficiency of the imagination.

I would say happy new year, but it's not happy; it's exactly the same as last year except colder.

You have to have confidence in what you're doing.