Silence Is The Only Language God Speaks.

Only Poetry Can Measure The Distance Between Ourselves And The Other.

The Highest Levels Of Consciousness Are Wordless.

I Was Already Dozing Off In The Shade, Dreaming That The Rustling Trees Were My Many Selves Explaining Themselves All At The Same Time So That I Could Not Make Out A Single Word. My Life Was A Beautiful Mystery On The Verge Of Understanding, Always On The Verge! Think Of It!

Inside My Empty Bottle I Was Constructing A Lighthouse While All Others Were Making Ships.

Making Art In America Is About Saving One's Soul.