38 Quotes by Franz Wright

I wish my father could be around.

Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it--

And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

We are created by being destroyed.

The long silences need to be loved, perhaps more than the words which arrive to describe them in time.

I basked in you; I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love. And death doesn't prevent me from loving you. Besides, in my opinion you aren't dead. (I know dead people, and you are not dead.)

There is only one heart in my body, have mercy on me.

The road to Emmaus is this world.

And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.