I speak of a clinical depression that is the background of your entire life, a background of anguish and anxiety, a sense that nothing goes well, that pleasure is unavailable and all your strategies collapse.

If you don't become the ocean, you'll be seasick every day.

I turned my back on the devil, turned my back on the angel too.

I don't even hate books anymore.

At the very center of our culture is a crucified man, a tortured man hanging on a cross of wood. You have an image of violence at the very center of our spiritual investigation.

No one masters the heart.

I alwaysthought of myself as a competent, minor poet. I know who I'm up against.