Life is a gamble, at terrible odds - if it was a bet you wouldn't take it.

I shall have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love, love, love, above all. Love as there has never been in a play. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture.

There is truth and falsehood in a comma.

What are a friend's books for if not to be borrowed?

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

Every exit is an entry somewhere else.

When I think of how things could have turned out, I feel as if I've dodged, not just bullets, but 6mm shells.