If the word has the potency to revive and make us free, it has also the power to bind, imprison and destroy.

And my problem was that I always tried to go in everyone's way but my own.

Everywhere I've turned somebody has wanted to sacrifice me for my own good—only /they/ were the ones who benefited. And now we start on the old sacrificial merry-go-round. At what point do we stop?

I do not know if all cops are poets, but I know that all cops carry guns with triggers.

By and large, the critics and readers gave me an affirmed sense of my identity as a writer. You might know this within yourself, but to have it affirmed by others is of utmost importance. Writing is, after all, a form of communication.

Man's hope can paint a purple picture, can transform a soaring vulture into a noble eagle or moaning dove.

Life is as the sea, art a ship in which man conquers life's crushing formlessness, reducing it to a course, a series of swells, tides and wind currents inscribed on a chart.