"Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness."

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"Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private."

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"I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone."

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We met, we said goodbye.
I wrote thousands of lines.

Not one told me.


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Come quickly, I’m tasting the stars!


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"I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams."

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"The wish for an unthinking, reckless solitude. To be face to face only with myself."

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"I have no memory for things I have learned, nor things I have read, nor things experienced or heard, neither for people nor events; I feel that I have experienced nothing, learned nothing, that I actually know less than the average schoolboy, and that what I do know is superficial, and that every second question is beyond me. I am incapable of thinking deliberately; my thoughts run into a wall. I can grasp the essence of things in isolation, but I am quite incapable of coherent, unbroken thinking. I can’t even tell a story properly; in fact, I can scarcely talk."

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