“Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript”
“This morning I looked at the books on my shelves and thought that they have no knowledge of my existence. They come to life because I open them and turn their pages, and yet they don't know that I am their reader.”
“Life happened because I turned the pages.”
“Perhaps I have too much anger of my own to tell. If aman is steeped in bitter anger every day of his life, how thenwould he notice a small additional fi re? Particularly when thefi re comes in the presence of . . .”
“Can the light dying behind my eyes berecorded in rhyme schemes?I meet this page in the morning beating back deathtrying to re-member.”
“Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.”