The anti-hero is the true hero.
Poets live here; everyone else is just a tourist.
Every one of my msitakes has become something to laugh at; how about yours?
Poets live in citadels of madness from which they release butterflies for incurious tourists.
All clouds believe in reincarnation.
Bellicose politicos engage their industries in arms races; religions engage their followers in beliefs races; meanwhile, poets graffiti obscenities on the walls of public libraries while looking for ideas to steal.
Writing about poetry in an exam is like trying to appreciate the beauty of a butterfly by killing it.
Sometimes I see clouds in people’s faces.
Poets are just tourists; everyone else lives here.
Bad poets are not poets.