And indeed there will be time for the yellow smoke that slides along the street rubbing its back upon the window-panes; there will be time , there will be time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; there will be time to murder and create, and time for all the works and days of hands that lift and drop a question on your plate; time for you and time for me, and time yet for a hundred indecisions, and for a hundred visions and revisions, before the taking of toast and tea.

War is not a life: it is a situation, one which may neither be ignored nor accepted.

And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.

Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

If all time is eternally present, all time is unredeemable

Gin and drugs, dear lady, gin and drugs.