Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls, must dive below.

The world and the friends that lived in it are shadows: you alone remain real in this drowsing room.

Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.

...Thought lengths it, pulls an invisible world through a needle's eye one detail at a time, ...

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

A true poet is one who can appreciate the disciplines and structures of any and all styles of poetry.

. . . On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold?

I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.

If I never meet you In this lifeLet me feel the lackA glance from your eyesThen my life Will be yours

I want to unfold.I don’t want to be folded anywhere,because where I am folded,there I am a lie.

You are only as free as you think you are and freedom will always be as real as you believe it to be.

Ali ipak uz mene se može, mada je neobično, Sa mnom je opasno hteti, ja nikad ne odustajem.

It is our fate to give ourselves most lavishlyto those who'd rather not be burdened with the gift

As the future ripens in the past,so the past rots in the future --a terrible festival of dead leaves.

Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat.