“I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.”

Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.

Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.

Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity

Books. Cats. Life is good.

There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.

In my end is my beginning.

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.

Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.

Humor is also a way of saying something serious.

There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet

Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

Beauty cannot be measured in megapixels.

Quite a lot of the girls I get photographed with are just friends and then, according to the papers, I have, like, 7,000 girlfriends.

Photography is my one recreation and I think it should be done well.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

I always put clothes and family photos under the mattress, in case the house burns down.

Photographs bring back the memories.

It is with the reading of books the same as with looking at pictures; one must, without doubt, without hesitations, with assurance, admire what is beautiful.

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – for ever.