Because I cannot write my native language and have no native home anymore, and am amazed by that horrible homelessness of all French-Canadian s abroad in America.

All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.

Last night I walked clear down to Times Square & just as I arrived I suddenly realized I was a ghost - it was my ghost walking on the sidewalk.

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all

We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.

Eager for bread and love.

Houses are full of things that gather dust