If I had done this, if I had said that, in the end you are always more tormented by what you didn't do than what you did, actions already performed c….

Things happen once only and are never repeated, never return. Except in memory..

In his clearest moments he thinks he has lost the ability to love, people or places or things, most of all the person and place and thing that he is.….

There's no theme, no moral to be learned, except for the knowledge that lightning can strike from a clear blue sky one morning and take away everythi….

Poetry was syllable and rhythm. Poetry was the measurement of breath. Poetry was time make audible. Poetry evoked the present moment; poetry was the ….

A journey is a gesture inscribed in space, it vanishes even as it's made. You go from one place to another place, and on to somewhere else again, and….

The only way you can be universal is to be sure you are very specifically local..