“Poetry is prose bewitched, a music made of visual thoughts, the sound of an idea.”

“There is no Space or TimeOnly intensity, And tame thingsHave no immensity”

“She is yet like a diamond on a heap of broken glass.”

“Some say that happy women are immaterial.”

“We might have coupledIn the bed-ridden monopoly of a momentOr broken flesh with one anotherAt the profane communion tableWhere wine is spill'd on promiscuous lipsWe might have given birth to a butt...”

“LOVE of others is the appreciation of one's self. MAY your egotism be so gigantic that you comprise mankind in your self-sympathy.”

“I finally know the difference between pleasing and loving, obeying and respecting. It has taken me so many years to be okay with being different, and with being this alive, this intense. (xxvi)”

“Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.”

“Birthdays could be such a bummer when you were older than the country you lived in.”

“Lo esperado no sucede. Es lo inesperado lo que acontece.”

“Worrying about things that havent happened yet is like riding on the hood of your carwhats the point?”

“The process of mind is mechanical, and the data of the thoughts and imagination can be changed, by changing the experiences and impressions of life.”

“I'm choosing happiness over suffering, I know I am. I'm making space for the unknown future to fill up my life with yet-to-come surprises.”

“Future warns us through current symptoms in nature.”

“Human relationships always help us to carry on because they always presuppose further developments, a future - and also because we live as if our only task was precisely to have relationships with ...”