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

We do have choice, but not without some agony.

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

hen we mourn those who die young — those who have been robbed of time — we weep for lost joys. We weep for opportunities and pleasures we ourselves have never known. We feel sure that somehow that young body would have known the yearning delight for which we searched in vain all our lives.

All damaged people are dangerous. Survival makes them so.' 'Why?' 'Because they have no pity. They know what others can survive, as they did.

Poetry has never let me down. Without poetry, I would have found life less comprehensible, less bearable and infinitely less enjoyable.

Time, for a man who has never truly felt a second of it, it not a great sacrifice