Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.

You just wait. I'll sin 'til I blow up!

Love is the last light spoken.

Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.

To begin at the beginning: It is a spring moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black.

I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.