“It is futile to spend time telling stories about the fleetness of each day.”

“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.”

“Life into death— Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.”

“A versifier passes through the sound; sounds go through a poet.”

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

“I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?”