One Can Find Traces Of Every Life

Far More Frightening Than The Thought Of Dying Was The Experience Of Erasure Already Occurring In My Life. My Fear Of Becoming Someone Who Did Not Count.

A Story Is Told As Much By Silence As By Speech.

Every Time I Deny Myself I Commit A Kind Of Suicide.

The Hard Surface Of The Stone Is Impervious To Nothing In The End. The Heat Of The Sun Leaves Evidence Of Daylight. Each Drop Of Rain Changes The Form; Even The Wind And The Air Itself, Invisible To Our Eyes, Etches Its Presence. … All History Is Taken In By Stones.

Poetry Is A Good Medium For Revolutionary Hope.