I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop.

He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after everything with an ax.

It's interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls.

No book worth its salt is meant to put you to sleep, it's meant to make you jump out of your bed in your underwear and run and beat the author's brains out.

I was always lucky in my bad luck.

To spend our days betting on three-legged horses with beautiful names

I expect them to tell me things about myself I don't know.

He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after everything with an ax...

The closest one person can get to another is through silence.

You can’t rid yourself of freedom the way you’d rid yourself of lice, brother.

Writing is a defence against boredom, but it's also a cure for melancholy.

I suddenly asked my master Caeiro, “Are you at peace with yourself?” and he answered, “No, I’m at peace.” It was like the voice of the earth, which is everything and no one.

In Memory of BPP Comrades Fred Hampton & Mark Clark, both assassinated by the US Government via the state and local government of Chicago, Illinois, December 4, 1969.

I want Britain to be a global financial centre but I want it to be properly regulated.

There is an expression-walking with beauty. And I believe that this endless search for beauty in surroundings, in people and one's personal life, is the headstone of travel.

What I didn't do was pick one thing and keep saying it over and over again, so I could have gotten credit for it.

I shall be with Christ, and that is enough.

If someone says you're not strategic, try to figure out what that means and then tell him or her to go to hell.

I wish we could all have good luck, all the time! I wish we had wings! I wish rain water was beer!

Neither I nor anyone in the Church would ever tolerate hatred of or prejudice towards any of the Lord's children.

Joy is the triumph of life; it is the sign that we are living our true life as spiritual beings.