Thursday, 3 June 2010
I sometimes dream up as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
A poem is never finished, only abondoned.
The only way to acheive the impossible is to believe it is possible.
We have no right to say 'Why did this happen to me?' every time a sorrow comes our way unless we ask it every time a joy comes our way.
Either join me and die, or join them and be the one to kill me.