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

“There is only as much space, only as much time, Only as much desire, only as many words, Only as many pages, only as much ink To accept all of us at light-speed Hurrying into the Promised Land Of oblivion that is waiting for us sooner or later.”

“Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.”

“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.”

“I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.”

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

“If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another.”

“Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.”

“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.”