The lies we tell about our duty and our purposes, the meaningless words of science and philosophy, are walls that topple before a bewildered little ‘why’.
When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you've got two new people.
There are some times...when the love for people is strong and warm like a sorrow.
The human is the only guilty animal.
Man has become our greatest hazard, and our only hope.
How can the poem and the stink and the grating noise - the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the dream - be set down alive?