Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for.
A prig always finds a last refuge in responsibility.
The world owes its enchantment to these curious creatures and their fancies; but its multiple complicity rejects them. Thistledown spirits, tragic, heartrending in their evanescence, they must go blowing headlong to perdition.
The cinema is death at work.
Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.