Without literature, life is hell.
Knowledge is knowing as little as possible.
Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.
I am aware that a computer can’t create a poem, but neither can a typewriter.
The wisest thing to do if you’re living in hell is to make yourself comfortable.
The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.