Wherever there is water there is someone drowning.

One man wrote me, saying, 'You know who you are? You're nothing but a Captain Bly pissing up a drainpipe!'

By the time a man is 35 he knows that the images of the right man, the tough man, the true man which he received in high school do not work in life.

I have spent many years trying to recover a common language, one that can cross the distance between people.

Two birds fly past. They are needed somewhere.

Every part of our personality that we do not love will become hostile to us.

I am proud only of those days that pass in undivided tenderness.