“We must dream our way.”

I need the sea because it teaches me.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.

Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when.

Laughter is the language of the soul.

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart – a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.

In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.

I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.

Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.

A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

No I don’t ever give up. I would have to be dead or completely incapacitated.

I never quit until I get what I want.

Genius is not inspired. Inspiration is perspiration.

The value of an idea lies in the using of it.

The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it’s gone.

Starting a business is a huge amount of hard work. You had better enjoy it.

I find out what the world needs. Then I go ahead and try to invent it.

We should never finish a 20 year program in two years.