He Who Cannot Howl Will Not Find

Inside My Empty Bottle I Was Constructing A Lighthouse While All Others Were Making Ships.

Making Art In America Is About Saving One's Soul.

The Stars Know Everything, So We Try To Read Their Minds. As Distant As They Are, We Choose To Whisper In Their Presence.

I Left Parts Of Myself Everywhere, The Way Absent-minded People Leave Gloves And Umbrellas Whose Colors Are Sad From Dispensing So Much Bad Luck

Only Poetry Can Measure The Distance Between Ourselves And The Other.