When love becomes a perfect fire it leaves only ashes.
Happiness may be nothing but a lack of imagination.
To sacrifice one’s unhappiness for a good cause is something I fervently believe in.
The poem defies gravity.
I’d be a teacher if there was something to teach. I’d be a student if there was something to learn.
A poem is an event, like a wedding or birth.
Don’t let a single day go by without being astonished by something.
Better to accept the worst about people than to try to change them.
What if you have all the pieces and the puzzle still doesn’t fit?
I feel a vast indifference toward everything that is not love.
When a woman rises to declare her independence, the whole mechanism of society conspires to push her down again.
The fox loves to hide. But when his prey hides, he calls it cowardice.
A writer’s tragedy: to know all the words and nothing else.
Life is without precedent.
No one looks in a mirror to see a mirror.
A cheerful readiness is what seems honest now, facing an uncertain future with humor, grace and dignity.
All writers are exiles: some by circumstance, some by choice.
The free spirit is a wild child, always at war with convention.
Were it not for some basic misunderstanding no two people would ever fall in love.
Even in the most barren desert one would still feel one’s heart beating.