What You Remember Saves You.

I Have Been Younger In October Than In All The Months Of Spring.

Modern Poetry, For Me, Began Not In English At All But In Spanish, In The Poems Of Lorca.

There Are Aspects Of Human Life That Are Not Purely Destructive, And There Is A Need To Pay Attention To The Things Around Us While They Are Still Around Us. And You Know, In A Way, If You Don't Pay That Attention, The Anger Is Just Bitterness.

You Grieve Not That Heaven Does Not Exist But That It Exists Without Us

I Had Hardly Begun To Read I Asked How Can You Ever Be Sure That What You Write Is Really Any Good At All And He Said You Can't You Can't You Can Never Be Sure You Die Without Knowing Whether Anything You Wrote Was Any Good If You Have To Be Sure Don't Write