There are ten men in me and I do not know or understand one of them.
Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.
Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.
Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child.
Come on, you Do you want to live forever?