It's easier to write about pain than about joy. Joy is wordless.

The worst thing about jealousy is how low it makes you reach.

It's only when you're forbidden to talk about the future that you suddenly realize how much the future normally occupies the present.

The future is merely a shadow which blocks out the joys of the present and emphasizes the miseries of the past.

What are the sources of poetry? Love and death and the paradox of love and death. All poetry from the beginning is about Eros and Thanatos. Those are the only subjects. And how Eros and Thanatos interweave.

Great loves have legs and wings. They are substantial. They do not dissapate so easily... Great loves have staying power. Or so I told myself.

Home is where your books are.