But since I have a poet's weakness for symbols, I am using this character also as a symbol; he is the long-delayed but always expected something that we live for.

But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark -- that sort of make everything else seem -- unimportant.

For time is the longest distance between two places.

All good art is an indiscretion.

I've got the guts to die. What I want to know is, have you got the guts to live?

To be free is to have achieved your life.

These are the intensities that one cannot live with, that he has to outgrow if he wants to survive. But who can help grieving for them? If the blood vessels could hold them, how much better to keep those early loves with us?