No one in my family has ever died of love. What happened, happened, but nothing myth-inspiring.

But they know about us, they know, the four corners, and the chairs nearby us. Discerning shadows also know, and even the table keeps quiet.

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

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

I'm old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.

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.

Well, one is inspired by the whole of life, one's own and somebody else's. You know how sometimes you hear great music, and music is completely untranslatable into words, into any words. A certain tension that is born when one listens to music could aid you in expressing something absolutely different.