In General, Every Country Has The Language

The Falklands Thing Was A Fight Between Two Bald Men Over A Comb.

I Am Not Sure That I Exist, Actually. I Am All The Writers That I Have Read, All The People That I Have Met, All The Women That I Have Loved; All The Cities I Have Visited.

What A Writer Wants To Do Is Not What He Does.

I Will Pause To Consider This Eternity From Which The Subsequent Ones Derive.

Best Thing To Happen For A Poet. A Fine Death, No? An Impressive Death.