As for the depiction of the Catholic church, it's not meant to be a prediction
Love is nothing but lust misspelled.
Prison always has been a good place for writers, killing, as it does, the twin demons of mobility and diversion
There is a fullness and calmness there which can come only from knowing pain.
The past is dead and buried. But I know now that buried things have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects them to.
Words are the only bullets in truth's bandolier. And poets are the snipers.