We feel good and ill only in proportion to our self-love.
We are all old-timers, each of us holds a locked razor.
If youth is a defect, it is one we outgrow too soon.
Poetry is not the record of an event: it is an event.
We feel the machine slipping from our hands As if someone else were steering; If we see light at the end of the tunnel, It's the light of the oncoming train.
In the end, there is no end.
The world is absolutely out of control now and is not going to be saved by any reason or unreason.
He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring. But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years. There would be no spring. ("The October Game")
In one universe, they are gorgeous, straight-teethed, long-legged, wrapped in designer fashions, and given sports cars on their sixteenth birthdays. Teacher smile at them and grade them on the curve. They know the first names of the staff. They are the Pride of the Trojans. Oops – I mean Pride of the Blue Devils. In Universe #2, they throw parties wild enough to attract college students. They worship the stink of Eau de Jocque. They rent beach houses in Cancún during Spring Break and get group-rate abortions before prom.
Lucy: You learn more when you lose Charlie Brown: Well then I must be the smartest person in world!!!
Success and suffering will either darken your heart or make you wise, but they won't leave you where you were.