we travel far and fast and as we pass through we forget where we have been

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.

I have found that when you GENUINELY love what you do, time isn’t a factor. As a matter of fact, time doesn’t even exist.

Reinvention is no rushed religion.

If mankind was playing a baseball game, he would still be choosing his lineup after the game was over.

I'm able to draw outside my own personal experiences. No one wants to hear the song about what I really did today, which is go get coffee and clean my apartment.

Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there.

I never met one interesting mind that was not richly endowed with inadmissible deficiencies.

I embraced a cloud but when I soared it rained.

I'm just doing what I've done my whole life, which is talking to people about books and making them read. It's what I do in my friendships. "Here, you have to read this, you have to read this."

I seek peace, let me BE peace.

Life is not for show, but for real.