Poetry contains almost all you need to know about life.
We do have choice, but not without some agony.
Those who do not have imaginary conversations do not love.
Memory is never pure. And recollection is always coloured by the life lived since
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
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.