Art is its own excuse, and it's either Art or it's something else. It's either a poem or a piece of cheese.

I was in love again. I was in trouble

sometimes I hate you," she said.

No matter how little a man has he will find that he will always settle for less.

I had decided against religion a couple of years back. If it were true, it made fools out of people, or it drew fools. And if it weren't true, the fools were all the more foolish. What I need is a good doctor, I thought. You either lived or died.

But she projected vitality - you knew that she was there.

...maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it's all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can't put it straight, don't want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.