Victorian literature was my subject at Harvard.

Not real can tell us about real.

When I was sixteen, it was simple. Poetry existed; therefore it could be written; and nobody had told me — yet — the many, many reasons why it could not be written by me.

Time is not a thing that passes ... it's a sea on which you float.

Men and women are not "equal" if "equal" means "exactly the same." Our many puzzlements and indeed unhappinesses come from trying to figure out what the differences really mean, or should mean, or should not mean.

What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.

I grew up in the golden age of Flash Gordon and sci-fi.