If I were to say what I really think I would be arrested or shut away in a lunatic asylum. Come on I am sure that it would be the same for everyone.
In the current socio-political climate he said to himself committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.
We're artists too but we do a good job hiding it don't we?
Does this mean that in some places I'm American and in some places I'm African American and in other places by logical extension I'm nobody?
For a moment the two of them looked at each other wordless as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground a place where sound was alien.
The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.
When you die of sorrow it's as if you've broken all the bones in your body bruised yourself all over cracked your skull. That's sorrow.
Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood sweat semen and tears.
We never stop reading although every book comes to an end just as we never stop living although death is certain.
One should read Borges more.
History which is a simple whore has no decisive moments but is a proliferation of instants brief interludes that vie with one another in monstrousness.
Bright colours in the west giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
Being alone makes us stronger. That's the honest truth. But it's cold comfort since even if I wanted company no one will come near me anymore.
Jesus is the masterpiece. The thieves are minor works. Why are they there? Not to frame the crucifixion as some innocent souls believe but to hide it.
Nothing is ever behind us.
There's no place on earth with more dumb girls per square foot than a college in California.
In some lost fold of the past we wanted to be lions and we're no more than castrated cats
Every hundred feet the world changes
Only in chaos are we conceivable.
So everything lets us down including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes said the voice but cheer up it's fun in the end.
I'll tell you my friends: it's all in the nerves. The nerves that tense and relax as you approach the edges of companionship and love. The razor-sharp edges of companionship and love.
For her reading was directly linked to pleasure not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths"¦
Poetry is the one thing that isn't contaminated the one thing that isn't part of the game.
When I was done traveling I returned convinced of one thing: we're nothing.
As time goes by as time goes by the whip-crack of the years the precipice of illusions the ravine that swallows up all human endeavour except the struggle to survive.
All names disappear. Children should be taught that in elementary school. But we're afraid to teach them.
Dreams fade with morning light Never a morn for thee Dreamer of dreams goodnight.
I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don't have fingers they have fists so it must have been scorpions.
I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.
we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.
Death in the Eastern tradition was only a passage. What wasn't clear ... was toward what place what reality that passage led.
I'm an educated man the prisons I know are subtle ones.
If you're going to say what you want to say you're going to hear what you don't want to hear.
If life is misery why do we endure it?
The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.
The sky at sunset looked like a carnivorous flower.
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
We all have to die a bit every now and then and usually it's so gradual that we end up more alive than ever. Infinitely old and infinitely alive.
Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better
And I thought:History is like a horror story.
Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it's knowledge and questions.
Used in a personal sense the phrase 'achieve an end' seemed to her a small-minded snare. She preferred the word life and on rare occasions happiness.
You have to know how to look even if you don't know what you're looking for.
No one pays attention to these killings but the secret of the world is hidden in them.
Literature + Illness = Illness
When people read his books they have an uncontrollable desire to hang the author in the town square. I can't think of a higher honor for a writer.
Reading is more important than writing.
Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.
But every single damn thing matters! Only we don't realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life our lives on another and we don't realize that's a lie.
The American mirror said the voice the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis the mirror that sails and whose sails are pain.
Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.
The secret story is the one we'll never know although we're living it from day to day thinking we're alive thinking we've got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn't matter.
You run risks. That's the plain truth. You run risks and even in the most unlikely places you are subject to destiny's whims.
Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.