I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
If you expect nothing from anybody, you are never disappointed.
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
When you are insane, you are busy being insane all the time.
Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I have a call.
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative - whichever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.
There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far so fast in such a small space; you've got to burn away all the peripherals.
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad.
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
Perfection is terrible; it cannot have children.