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

They say that childhood forms us, that those early influences are the key to everything. Is the peace of the soul so easily won? Simply the inevitable result of a happy childhood. What makes childhood happy? Parental harmony? Good health? Security? Might not a happy childhood be the worst possible preparation for life? Like leading a lamb to the slaughter.

For why trap what is already trapped? It is only in flight that we know the freedom of the bird

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

Television ... the new gladiatorial arena.

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

Poetry contains almost all you need to know about life.