Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh. I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.

young or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer.

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

Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born.

It’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep, do you?

I have gotten so used to melancholia that I greet it like an old friend.