Life is to be lived, not controlled, and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.

Perhaps everyone loved someone; I didn't now, I couldn't give much thought to love; in order to travel far you had to be detached, and I had the long road back to the campus before me.

And while the ice was melting to form a flood in which I threatened to drown I awoke one afternoon to find that my first northern winter had set.

When I discover who I am, I'll be free.

In those days it was either live with music or die with noise, and we chose rather desperately to live.

I feel the need to reaffirm all of it, the whole unhappy territory and all the things loved and unloveable in it, for it is all part of me.

Please, a definition: A hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action.