What is the real breath of a man — the breathing out or the breathing in?

There is something powerful in the whispering of obscenities, about those in power. There's something delightful about it, something naughty, secretive, forbidden, thrilling. It's like a spell, of sorts. It deflates them, reduces them to the common denominator where they can be dealt.

The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read.

Though as he'd say, what is 'belief' but a willingness to suspend the negatives?

I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.

I became a poet at the age of sixteen. I did not intend to do it. It was not my fault.

We still think of a powerful man as a born leader and a powerful woman as an anomaly.