“A word only writes Its night and ridesIts dream.”

“Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?”

“We only live if we dream.”

“Dreams are our only geography—our native land.”

“The world cannot be translated; It can only be dreamed of and touched.”

“If we were to understand how important it is to say something and say it well, maybe we wouldn’t write a single word, but that would be tragic.”

“When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.”