Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it.

As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.

I must bridge the gap between adolescent glitter and mature glow.

The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end.

If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.

We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted.