Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.

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

I was more worn out with the "Odyssey" than it was with the "Iliad." I mean, just comparing those two - you can see how it's changing, how the language of the "Iliad" is somehow monstrously new - and that language of the "Odyssey" is more comfortable, even for us.

Do you remember when they taught cursive in schools? I think they don't anymore. But I still enjoy it - just the physical act and all the - the whole business of making a thing out of language.

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.

He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew.