“Ah, not to be cut off,
not through the slightest partition
shut out from the law of the stars.
The inner -- what is it?
if not the intensified sky,
hurled through with birds and deep
with the winds of homecoming.”

“For the winds that awakened the stars are blowing through my blood.”

“When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live.”

“All through the night, men looked at the sky and were saddened by the stars.”

“It's suicidal, high smokin' so much la', I saw a dead bird flyin through a broken sky”

“I have hurled westward the ashes of the uninvited guest!
and hammered stars into the unforgetting sky – like nails
I am Goya.”

“The birds that came to it through the air
At broken windows flew out and in,
Their murmur more like the sigh we sigh
From too much dwelling on what has been.”

“It is through an “intimate cessation of all intellectual operations” that the mind is laid bare. If nor, discourse maintains it in its little complacency. … The difference between inner experience and philosophy resides principally in this: that in experience, … what counts is no longer the statement of wind, but the wind.”

“eskimos maybe? believed stars were holes in the sky where people who died could peek through at you”

“No matter what you’re going through there's no pit so deep that God can’t reach in and get you out.”