The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
"The only thing we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us."
"Memory is a strange thing. It doesn't work like I thought it did. We are so used to thinking of it as a camera or a tape recorder, but it's not like that at all. It's more like a painter. It creates a picture, but it's not always the same picture."
The writer’s life is a life of solitude.
