I recall drinking sherry in California and dreaming of England, where I ate dalmoth and dreamed of Delhi. What is the purpose, I wonder, of all this restlessness? I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.

Poetry, I think, intensifies the reader's experience. If it's a humorous facet of the story, poetry makes it more exuberant. If it's a sad facet, poetry can make it more poignant.

I am certainly not allergic to causes - particularly on subjects such as religious intolerance.

I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.

It's not the gods But our own hearts We need to fear. The evil starts Against all odds Not there but here.

What is the difference between my life and my love? One gets me low, the other lets me go.

You can talk good ideas out of existence.