I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals.

from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.

It was better for me when I could imagine greatness in others, even if it wasn't always there.

I have no time for things that have no soul.

in this room the hours of love still make shadows.

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting