Sometimes there aren't words. The silence between us is flung wide as an ocean. But I manage to reach across it, to wrap my arms around him.
One knows less about one's own destiny than about anything else on earth.
The more the heart is nourished with happiness, the more it is insatiable.
Could we ever know each other in the slightest without the arts?
The life of a writer is tragic: the more we advance, the farther there is to go and the more there is to say, the less time there is to say it.
poverty is like a pain, dormant and unbearable as long as you don't move about too much. You grow used to it, you end up by paying no attention to it. But once you presume to bring it out in the daylight, it becomes terrifying, you see it at last in all its squalor and you shrink from exposing it to the sun.
Ideas often last but a day; feelings, dreams almost forever.
When progress is in short supply bring a surplus of determination.
The life of a poet lies not merely in the finite language-dance of expression but in the nearly infinite combinations of perception and memory combined with the sensitivity to what is perceived and remembered.
A person, who no matter how desperate the situation, gives others hope, is a true leader.
Fair or not, it always sucks when everyone wanders back from Sundance talking about how bad the movies were.