“I rhymeTo see myself, to set the darkness echoing.”

“The main thing is to writefor the joy of it. Cultivate a work-lustthat imagines its haven like your hands at nightdreaming the sun in the sunspot of a breast.You are fasted now, light-headed, dangerous.Take off from here.”

“Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.”

“If you have the words, there’s always a chance that you’ll find the way.”

“It is always betterto avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning.For every one of us, living in this worldmeans waiting for our end. Let whoever canwin glory before death. When a warrior is gone,that will be his best and only bulwark.”