I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it’s not pretty.

not writing is not good but trying to write when you can't is worse.

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

the history of melancholia includes all of us.

Are you becoming what you've always hated?

I am a poem. There is no way out.

Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.