A spark can set a whole forest on fire. Just a spark. Save it.

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?

I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're just as crazy as the rest of them.

People empty me. I have to get away to refill.

Bad luck for the young poet would be a rich father, an early marriage, an early success or the ability to do anything well.

Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.