Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being to which we rarely penetrate for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
At home growing up we weren't really poor. We had everything we needed we just didn't have what we wanted.
Empathy is really the opposite of spiritual meanness. It's the capacity to...
Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed but truth moves to the heart as...
Memory is a complicated thing a relative to truth but not its twin.
Plus, teaching brings home to you very fast that you actually know...
At home, I hardly ever leave London. I don't like the countryside in...
Nothing will turn a man's home into a castle more quickly and effectively...
