He [the Cat] Wound Himself

Solitude Is My Element, And The Reason Is That Extreme Awareness Of Other People... Precludes Awareness Of One's Self So That After A While The Self No Longer Knows That It Exists.

Pain Can Make A Whole Winter Bright, Like Fever, Force Us To Live Deep And Hard.

It Is Clear That We Do Not Exactly Choose Our Poems; Our Poems Choose Us.

Solitude Is The Salt Of Personhood. It Brings Out The Authentic Flavor Of Every Experience.

When You Change The Way You Look At A Thing, The Thing Itself Changes...by Mastering Feelings, She Had Come To Understand The Meaning Of Discipline And Its Reward: Freedom And Power.