Poetry contains almost all you need to know about life..

All damaged people are dangerous. Survival makes them so.' 'Why?' 'Because they have no pity. They know what others can survive, as they did..

We do have choice, but not without some agony..

I am prepared to accept from others their own version of reality. I think it is a basic freedom really, to create one's own reality from whatever tru….

Our sanity depends essentially on a narrowness of vision--the ability to select the elements vital to survival, while ignoring the great truths..

We say that life is sweet, its satisfactions deep. All this we say, as we sleepwalk our time through years of days and nights. We let time cascade ov….

That is my story, simply told. Please do not ask again. I have told you in order to issue a warning. I have been damaged. Damaged people are dangerou….

We are here to add to the sum of human goodness. To prove the thing exists..

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive..

The passion that transforms life, and art, did not seem to be mine..

There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outline all our lives..

hen we mourn those who die young — those who have been robbed of time — we weep for lost joys. We weep for opportunities and pleasures we ourselves h….

Lucky people should hide. Pray the days of wrath do not visit their home..

Memory is never pure. And recollection is always coloured by the life lived since.

Time, for a man who has never truly felt a second of it, it not a great sacrifice.

A concealed truth, that's all a lie is. Either by omission or commission we never do more than obscure. The truth stays in the undergrowth, waiting t….

Poetry has never let me down. Without poetry, I would have found life less comprehensible, less bearable and infinitely less enjoyable..

They say that childhood forms us, that those early influences are the key to everything. Is the peace of the soul so easily won? Simply the inevitabl….

There is an internal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines in our lives. Those who are lucky enough to find it, ease lik….

For why trap what is already trapped? It is only in flight that we know the freedom of the bird.

To appear unambitious amongst the ambitious is to invite loathing or fear. To be in the game, but not playing with intent to win, is to be the enemy..