“When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.”

I’m fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words.

Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.

Any knowledge that doesn’t lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.

God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.

My choices are rejections, since there is no other way, but what I reject is more numerous, denser, more demanding than before. A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable losses.

Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious; they don’t like to joke.

Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.

I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.

Even boredom should be described with gusto. How many things are happening on a day when nothing happens?

They say the first sentence in any speech is always the hardest. Well, that one’s behind me, anyway.

Nothing’s a gift, it’s all on loan.

I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other.

The joy of writing. The power of preserving. Revenge of a mortal hand.

Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.

Sometimes I write quickly, sometimes I spend several weeks on a single poem. I would really love for readers not to be able to guess which of the poems took so much work!

No one in my family has ever died of love. What happened, happened, but nothing myth-inspiring.

The most effective way to destroy people is to deny and obliterate their own understanding of their history.

As long as man continues to be the ruthless destroyer of lower living beings he will never know health or peace. For as long as men massacre animals, they will kill each other.

God gave thorns to flowers because He knew about human tendency of plucking and destroying beauty.

Confidence is believing in yourself. Arrogance is telling others you ‘re better than they are. Confidence inspires. Arrogance destroys.

Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes along with your self esteem.

Things exist either because they have recently come into existence or because they have qualities that made them unlikely to be destroyed in the past.

The sun is always shining. We have oxygen, trees, birds. There’s so much good things on Earth, still. We haven’t destroyed everything.

Stubbornness destroys good advice.