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

Poetry contains almost all you need to know about life.

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

We learn from tragedy. Slowly.

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

Our sanity depends essentially on a narrowness of vision--the ability to select the elements vital to survival, while ignoring the great truths.

Those who do not have imaginary conversations do not love.