My Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have. I hesitate to go out. If you opened the little gate, I would not hop away—but oh how I sing in my gold cage.

Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.

For my true thoughts have spent more time in your company than in anyone else's, these last two or three months, and where my thoughts are, there am I, in truth".

Outside our small safe place flies mystery.

Funny way to spend your life, though, studying another chap's versifying.

That is human nature, that people come after you, willingly enough, provided only that you no longer love or want them.

But I cannot love her as I did, because she is not open, because she withholds what matters, because she makes me, with her pride or her madness, live a lie.

All scholars are a bit mad. All obsessions are dangerous.

You will not be here--I shall not be here--much lo

A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on.

Especially on rainy nights like this, they would congregate under the bridge, all the boys from nowhere, the boys who lived nowhere, who had nowhere else to go.

Before Chernobyl or without Chernobyl the nuclear power was the safe thing.

If you know anything about me - and, if you do, I'm sorry that your life turned out like that.

John Henry Lloyd is the man I gave the credit to for polishing my skills. He taught me how to play third base and how to protect myself. John taught me more baseball than anyone else.

We let the weirdness in.

I just want something that is real and that moves people. And just want to make something real.

Ironically, xenophobic nationalists are utilizing the benefits of globalization.

Did they know why they knew? Not at all. But the Knew!

I was there when I said it.