What differentiated us was our perception of our mutual reality, which made no difference.

It’s just another stop on the curvy roadthe final encounterfor the man who has liveddeath is the answer.

Do not judge a woman on her knees_you never know how tall she is when she stands!

I ain’t scared to lend a handI ain’t scared to clench it either

All mothers breed dead children.They shall, perhaps, live later.When no longer dead, they are bornNot—by coincidence, by choice.

Women in love are patheticand I cannot be bothered, for now, I am back to metaphysicsand my armpits gather hair.

I have not encouraged talk about man’s holy privacy, although I do respect and defend man’s right to have it.

We quenched the bulging flame, amongst the ashes embers of fire remain

The match I struck shall not run deadYou’re my first inhale, my last cigarette.

Lonely you linger in a league above poetry.

No man has the courage to approach her or initiate questions she herself rise, for all men fear a fascist and she can very well be a fascist’s wife.

A madman overcomes it by adapting to his surroundings. You can’t give up. Why die? There is always another mission

I don't think a lot of people are able to relate to genuine patriotism, a genuinely good feeling about our country and its meaning to the rest of the world.

You can accomplish virtually anything if you want it badly enough and if you are willing to work long enough and hard enough.

Lord, let me find my life in thee, and not in the mire of this world's favour or gain.

The most important conversations, briefings, meeting, and lectures you will ever have will be those you hold with yourself in the privacy of your own mind.

Poets suffer occasional delusions of angelhood and find themselves condemned to express it in the bric-a-brac tongues of the human world. Lots of them go mad.

Love is not something you plan, it just happens.

If knowledge is power, clandestine knowledge is power squared; it can be withheld, exchanged, and leveraged.

Despair is your friend in show business. I don't believe you can act if happiness is your lot. It's the ups that keep you living and the downs that mete out talent.

By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.