One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.
Go rich in poverty. Go rich in poetry. This nothingness is plentitude.
...I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except when I'm making love. Two things when you forget time, when nothing exists except the moment--the moment of writing, the moment of love. That perfect concentration is bliss.
Pain can make a whole winter bright, like fever, force us to live deep and hard.
instant intimacy was too often followed by disillusion.
I am not ready to die, / But I am learning to trust death / As I have trusted life.