In the street, the gaze of desire is furtive or menacing.

In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.

Pornography does not inspire violence, but you can break a leg trying to imitate it.

Amateurs believe their enthusiasm will suffice.

Fear of my cruel impulses makes me kind.

Writers tell more truths, and more lies, than most.

An ardent lover often makes a cold friend.