After every war someone has to tidy up.

All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.

When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.

I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.

Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune's darlings.

No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning —three cheers for the ants.

Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there's no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.