“Deprivation is the mother of poetry.”

“It was a dance of masks and every mask was perfect because every mask was a real face and every face was a real mask so there was no mask and there was no face for there was but one dance in which there was but one mask but one true face which was the same and which was a thing without a name which...”

“I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.”

“There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.”