There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outline all our lives.

Memory is never pure. And recollection is always coloured by the life lived since

Lucky people should hide. Pray the days of wrath do not visit their home.

That is my story, simply told. Please do not ask again. I have told you in order to issue a warning. I have been damaged. Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

My mother insured that a life of petty facts and dutiful farming was kept at bay by her passionate intensity, which nurtured the essential dreaminess of his nature

We learn from tragedy. Slowly.

Poetry contains almost all you need to know about life.