"I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me."
"Because there is a kind of nakedness or authenticity in poetry that is associated with truth, on many days I haven’t the guts for it, and I fail. But when I succeed, there is nothing in life—except maybe love—that equally verifies my existence."
"Overflow gently — don’t drown."
"I might enjoy being an albatross, being able to glide for days and daydream for hundreds of miles along the thermals. And then being able to hang like an affliction round some people’s necks."
"The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night."
"I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude."
"I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books."