We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.

Unless you call attention to your presence who will know you're there? Even a country has to weave and wave a flag as proof of its existence.

and if the world breaks down, I'll be around.

People are not born bastards. They have to work at it.

Once I thought ideas were exceptions not the rule. That is not so. Ideas are so plentiful that they ride on air. You have only to reach out and snatch one.

A poet can't afford to be aloof. The tools of his trade are the people he bumps up against.

Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.