“I don’t think dreams mean anything; they just are. There’s no reason to translate them into logic.”

“Poetry is a will to put things right, an imaginary solution, a way of avoiding a catastrophe that already happened. Poetry is an escape, perhaps intelligent, perhaps idiotic, from a senile situation. It is a dialectical movement, it keeps tearing open the wounds while trying to heal them. Here we see the only acceptable path open up towards an existence worthy of human beings. Here the seriousness is unfaltering and absolute. Where it will lead no one knows.”

“Do you guys ever think about how Hitler has affected the whole world? That just one man did all this? I mean, what if he had been a good man, instead?”

“If you say something over and over again, it begins to lose it's meaning... Say anything enough times and it becomes gibberish.”

“Do you think that people ever really do believe they will die, that the world will just go along as always without them? I wonder if we aren't all a little surprised at the moment of crossover, if we don't look back over our shoulders saying, Now hold on.”

“I think people see death as the hunter, but it's just the ticket taker, the timekeeper. It's the sound of a record playing in the background.”

“For what reason would I lie to one I so love?”