“There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn’t.”

There is a crack in everything.

The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.

Poetry is a verdict, not an occupation.

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

You wanted to be the Superman who was never Clark Kent.

Ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars.

A young nurse is standing close behind me wondering whether she is being drawn by my power or her charity.

After a while, if you are sufficiently bored or unemployed, you may want to read it from cover to cover.

A kite is a victim you are sure of. You love it because it pulls.

You live your life as if it’s real, a thousand kisses deep.

To kiss her there was to intrude into something private and skeletal, like a turtle’s shoulder.

How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof.

Deprivation is the mother of poetry.

Going nowhere isn’t about turning your back on the world; it’s about stepping away now and then so that you can see the world more clearly and love it more deeply.

Anything I tell you is an alibi for something else.

I have felt warmth in lies, and coldness in truth. This is how I know that morality, transcends the physicality of temperatures.

No, I’m not one to go in pursuit of happiness. It is common knowledge, is it not? That what is chased after will run.

Life isn’t a matter of milestones, but of moments.

Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.

Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.

Kill me, or you are a murderer.

As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction

If we were all just alike, one of us wouldn’t be necessary.