Dear Though The Reader Might Be, I'd

Everyone Sort Of Sees His Own Life And Times As Being Ephemeral. One Thinks That Everything Good Or Important That Happened, Happened In The Past. But I Think That Seeing Scenes That You Are Used To, But With The Heightening Effects Of Poetry, Perhaps Makes You Value Your Life And Times More Than You Might Otherwise Do.

I Often Feel Newspapers Are Just Filling Up Space. Of Course, I Also Know People Who Write Really Long Books.

Behind Every Door On Every Ordinary Street, In Every Hut In Every Ordinary Village In This Middling Planet Of A Trivial Star, Such Riches Are To Be Found. The Strange Journeys We Undertake On Our Earthly Pilgrimage, The Joy And Suffering We Taste Or Confer, The Chance Events That Leave Us Together Or Apart, What A Complex Trace They Leave: So Personal As To Be Almost Incommunicable, So Fugitive As To Be Almost Irrecoverable.

You Know, I Can Imagine Not Writing A Novel And Writing Poetry Only.

I Sometimes Seem To Myself To Wander Around The World Merely Accumulating Material For Future Nostalgias.