You grieve Not that heaven does not exist but That it exists without us

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.

She knew where she stood, when she stood among books.

I don't think twice about picking up my dog's poop, but if another dog's poop is next to it, I think, 'Eww, dog poop!

Sometimes we stare so long at a door that is closing that we see too late the one that is open.

Politics will sooner or later make fools of everybody.

I don't think of myself as a dissident, and I'm more of an immigrant than an exile.

The tangible source of exploitation disappears behind the façade of objective rationality.

When God is about to do a mighty new thing He always sets His people praying.

The only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain.

Nothing is good in moderation. You cannot know good in anything until you have torn the heart out of it by excess.

I play a lot of hard men and gangsters, and I’m not like that at all.