The urge to write poetry is like having an itch. When the itch becomes annoying enough, you scratch it.
Process as process is neither morally good nor morally bad. We may judge results but not process. The morally bad agent may perform the deed which is good. The morally good agent may perform the deed which is bad. Maybe a man has to sell his soul to get the power to do good.
It is human defect — to try to know oneself by the self of another.
There is nothing more alone than being in a car at night in the rain.
I longed to know the world's name.
Nobody had ever told me that anything could be like this.