Poetry has never let me down. Without poetry, I would have found life less comprehensible, less bearable and infinitely less enjoyable.
Those who do not have imaginary conversations do not love.
Time, for a man who has never truly felt a second of it, it not a great sacrifice
We learn from tragedy. Slowly.
The passion that transforms life, and art, did not seem to be mine.
Memory is never pure. And recollection is always coloured by the life lived since