One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.

It is for God to fix the time who knows no time.

You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.

Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.

Everything depends on liking the people and trusting the people. You have to assume that whatever they do will be as good as you want the thing to be and just go ahead with that.