I suppose if I gave myself the chance I could be an alcoholic.

See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.

My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.

The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words.

Character is fate.

We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.