It is restful, tragedy, because one knows that there is no more lousy hope left. You know you're caught, caught at last like a rat with all the world on its back. And the only thing left to do is shout - not moan, or complain, but yell out at the top of your voice whatever it was you had to say. What you've never said before. What perhaps you don't even know till now.

Nothing is irreparable in politics.

Life has a way of setting things in order and leaving them be. Very tidy, is life.

Tragedy is clean, it is restful, it is flawless.

Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt of God.

Inspiration? - a hoax fabricated by poets for their self-importance.

I don't want people to love me. It makes for obligations.