The Highest Levels Of Consciousness Are Wordless.

Poetry Is An Orphan Of Silence. The Words Never Quite Equal The Experience Behind Them.

The Poem I Want To Write Is Impossible. A Stone That Floats.

There Are People Who Live Inside Their Heads And Their Intellects. It's Something One Is Born With And Stuck With. It's Not Something You Make A Decision About.

One Writes Because One Has Been Touched By The Yearning For And The Despair Of Ever Touching The Other.

Only Brooms Know The Devil Still Exists, That The Snow Grows Whiter After A Crow Has Flown Over It