“I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.”

For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.

Literature is the product of a strange rain of blood, sweat, semen, and tears.

When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we’re nothing.

If you’re going to say what you want to say, you’re going to hear what you don’t want to hear.

The American mirror, said the voice, the sad American mirror of wealth and poverty and constant useless metamorphosis, the mirror that sails and whose sails are pain.

Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.

You run risks. That’s the plain truth. You run risks and, even in the most unlikely places, you are subject to destiny’s whims.

When people read his books they have an uncontrollable desire to hang the author in the town square. I can’t think of a higher honor for a writer.

Every hundred feet the world changes.

We’re artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don’t we?

In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.

I’d obviously never heard of the group, but my ignorance in literary matters is to blame for that (every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me).

Only in chaos are we conceivable.

Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it’s knowledge and questions.

we interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.

The world is alive and no living thing has any remedy. That is our fortune.

Many leaves one tree.

It is not virtuous to be victimized by a bully, even if that bully is oneself.

The future bears down upon each one of us with all the hazards of the unknown. The only way out is through.

Why are you forever on my mind? Even though I’m the one you left behind.

One must care about a world one will not see.

Kiss me before my eyes surrender to dreamless nights because how can I dream when I live in one?

One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important.

He doesn’t yearn for a better, different life than the one he has – because he knows he’s got a home in this one.