In the space between chaos and shape there was another chance.

The poet will not be satisfied with recording, the poet will have to transform.

Confidence and superiority: It's the usual fundamentalist stuff: I've got the truth, and you haven't.

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home.

Cheating is easy. There's no swank to infidelity. To borrow against the trust someone has placed in you costs nothing at first. You get away with it, you take a little more and a little more until there is no more to draw on. Oddly, your hands should be full with all that taking but when you open them there's nothing there.

The trouble is that when most people are apathetic ordinary people ... have to go too far, have to ruin their lives and be made an object of scorn just to get the point across. Did they really think I'd rather be camping by a polluted river than sitting in my own flat with my things about me?

Every moment you steal from the present is a moment you've lost forever. There is only now.