“Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.There is no happiness like mine.I have been eating poetry.”

“There is no happiness like mine.I have been eating poetry.”

“When I walkI part the airand alwaysthe air moves into fill the spaceswhere my body's been.”

“How those fires burned that are no longer, how the weather worsened, how the shadow of the seagull vanished without a trace. Was it the end of a season, the end of a life? Was it so long ago it seems it might never have been? What is it in us that lives in the past and longs for the future, or lives in the future and longs for the past? (from "No Words Can Describe It")”

“It came to my house.It sat on my shoulders.Your shadow is yours. I told it so. I said it was yours.I have carried it with me too long. I give it back.”

“Each moment is a placeyou've never been.”

“No voice comes from outer space, from the folds of dust and carpets of wind to tell us that this is the way it was meant to happen, that if only we knew how long the ruins would last we would never complain.”