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

We do have choice, but not without some agony.

We learn from tragedy. Slowly.

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

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 are here to add to the sum of human goodness. To prove the thing exists.

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