Terrible dreams, wonderful life.

I made my life my dream so I could live it.

A heart grows flat and stale from too much thinking.

Like it or not, we're stuck with these bodies. We can't even die without them.

The problem with philosophy is the word "why"". In life there is no why, there is only what is.

Writing is like life: it goes on.

If you have lived the life you love, who can take that away from you?

Faith in the sanctity of life is the poet's true faith.

Everything but a life can be replaced.