Reading is like thinking, like praying, like talking to a friend, like expressing your ideas, like listening to other people’s ideas, like listening to music, like looking at the view, like taking a walk on the beach.
So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it’s fun in the end.
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
Every hundred feet the world changes.
In the current socio-political climate, he said to himself, committing suicide is absurd and redundant. Better to become an undercover poet.
Literature is a vast forest and the masterpieces are the lakes, the towering trees or strange trees, the lovely, eloquent flowers, the hidden caves, but a forest is also made up of ordinary trees, patches of grass, puddles, clinging vines, mushrooms, and little wildflowers.
Poetry is the one thing that isn’t contaminated, the one thing that isn’t part of the game.
Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it’s knowledge and questions.
We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.
I’m an educated man, the prisons I know are subtle ones.
One should read Borges more.