Time as hunger.Time passing and gazing. Time as perseverance. Mountain time. Time as paper folded to look like a mountain. Time compared to the wild fantastic silence of stars.

I will not stop singing the Muses who set me dancing.

God's pity! How long will it feel like burning?

The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.

He was part of my dream$$$ of course — but then I was part of his dream$$$ too.

One reason why birds and horses are not unhappy is because they are not trying to impress other birds and horses.

Philosophers say man forms himself in dialogue.

To be running breathlessly$$$ but not yet arrived$$$ is itself delightful$$$ a suspended moment of living hope.

Words bounce. Words$$$ if you let them$$$ will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

If I had but the time and you had but the brain.