However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.

An amazing observation: it is precisely for feelings that one needs time, not for thought. ... Feelings, obviously, are more demanding than thought.

However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.

In this most Christian of worlds all poets are Jews.

My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.

How quiet the writing, how noisy the printing.

What shall I do, singer and first-born, in a world where the deepest black is grey, and inspiration is kept in a thermos? with all this immensity in a measured world?