One stroke of lightning does not have to lead anywhere, but to the next stroke of lightning.

It’s just life. You can’t beat life.

I have never kept diaries. I just remember a lot and am more self-centered than most people.

Who can ever say the perfect thing to the poet about his poetry?

Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories - and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories.

Row, row, row your boat. Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.

There is a limit to the amount of misery and disarray you will put up with, for love, just as there is a limit to the amount of mess you can stand around a house. You can't know the limit beforehand, but you will know when you've reached it. I believe this.