What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible.
I came to love, I came into my own.
So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying, An intolerable waiting, A longing for another place and time, Another condition.
The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.
Wake the happy words.
A too explicit elucidation in education destroys much of the pleasure of learning. There should be room for sly hinters, masters of suggestion.