human voices

“I believe in a God beyond God.”

“I see a poem as a multicolored strip behind peeling plaster, in separate shining segments. I try to connect hands and horizons, glances and the objects imprisoned in them. That’s how it is in daylight. At night […] poems are like spiraling curves that grow to completeness by themselves. The hardest thing is to hold onto them through waking into consciousness.”

“I’ve always been happiest when I can sit in the dark, when I can turn off my own life and watch a story unfold.”

“It takes a long time to understand nothing.”

"This heart within me i can feel, and I judge that it exists. This world I can touch, and I likewise judge that it exists. There ends all my knowledge, and the rest is construction. For if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers. [...] This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. [...] Forever I shall be a stranger to myself."

“When evening falls, my heart catches fire in solitude.”

[Y]ou had a point about language. When you get right down to it, it’s a work-around. Like trying to describe dreams with smoke signals. It’s noble, it’s maybe the most noble thing a body can do but you can’t turn a sunset into a string of grunts without losing something.