How can one life with the idea of journeys one’s never made and with those that are over? There’s a bitter taste to such landscapes. Your cell may be well-built of books you love, but you’ll never leave it, as their rich aroma sends you to sleep.
“One has to work very carefully with what is in between the words. What is not said. Which is measure, which is rhythm, and so on. So, it is what you don’t write that frequently gives what you do write its power.”