“The salamanders,like tiny birds, locked into formation,fly down into the endless mysteriesof the transforming water,and how could anyone believethat anything in this worldis only what it appears to be—that anything is ever final—that anything, in spite of its absence,ever diesa perfect death?(from the poem 'What Is It?')”
“No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the caged bird can't answer anything except 'I cannot'.”
“In anything at all, perfection is finally attained not when there is no longer anything to add, but when there is no longer anything to take away, when a body has been stripped down to its nakedness.”
“'They don't know what it's like. Inside. For them it's only fun, even though I tell them it isn't. You see I don't delete. Anything. Ever.”
“dont let anyone tell you what you are ever- that way you never run the danger of becoming anything but what you believe in.”
“Nobody had ever told me that anything could be like this.”