Poetry finds its perilous equilibrium somewhere between music and speech.
Self-respect is nothing to hide behind. When you need it most it isn't there.
Nobody stays special when they're old, Anna. That's what we have to learn.
A body without bones would be a limp impossible mess, so a day without steady routine would be disruptive and chaotic.
A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.
If I were to choose one single thing that that would restore Paris to the senses, it would be that strangely sweet, unhealthy smell of the Métro, so very unlike the dank cold or the stuffy heat of subways in New York.