“kau mata, aku airmatamu...”

“Sesudah itu semuanya reda.Musim mengendap di kaca jendela.Tinggal ranting dan dedaunan keringberserakan di atas ranjang. Hening.Waktu itu tengah malam. Kau menangis.Tapi ranjang mendengarkan suaramu sebagai nyanyian. (Tengah Mala, 1989)”

“Cinta seperti penyair berdarah dinginYang pandai menorehkan luka.Rindu seperti sajak sederhana yang tak ada matinya.”

“Jarak itu sebenarnya tak pernah ada. Pertemuan dan perpisahan dilahirkan oleh perasaan”

“Selamat datang. Saya sudah menyiapkan semua yang akan Saudara rampas dan musnahkan: kata-kata, suara-suara, atau apa saja yang Saudara takuti tapi sebenarnya tidak saya miliki”

“There is a foundation for our lives, a place in which our life rests. That place is nothing but the present moment, as we see, hear, experience what is. If we do not return to that place, we live our lives out of our heads. We blame others; we complain; we feel sorry for ourselves. All of these symptoms show that we're stuck in our thoughts. We're out of touch with the open space that is always right here.”

“Anxiety is always a gap between the way things are and the way we think they ought to be. Anxiety is something that stretches between the real and unreal. Our human desire is to avoid what's real and instead to be with our ideas about the world: "I'm terrible." "You're terrible." "You're wonderful." The idea is separated from reality and anxiety is the gap between the idea and the reality that things are just as they are.When we cease to believe in the object that we've created -- which is off to one side of reality, so to speak -- things snap back to the center. That's what being centered means. The anxiety then fades out.”