“Writing poetry is a state of free float”

“and each of his voices left his body in a different colored soul and floated up towards the sun still singing.”

“Screw poetry, it's you I want,your taste, rainon you, mouth on your skin.”

“Here is a handfulof shadow I have brought back to you:this decay, this hope, this mouth-ful of dirt, this poetry.”

“Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.”

“Perhaps he's reached that state of intoxication which power is said to inspire, the state in which you believe you are indispensable and can therefore do anything, absolutely anything you feel like, anything at all.”

“A rat in a maze is free to go anywhere, as long as it stays inside the maze.”