Poetry is like bread. It should be shared by all, by scholars and peasants, by all our vast, incredible, extraordinary family of humanity. Pablo Neruda (found on Jo Bradford's blog. Check it out here)
There would seem to be nothing more obvious, more tangible and palpable, than the present moment. And yet it eludes us completely. All the sadness of life lies in that fact. Milan Kundera
Monday, May 4, 2009
Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets. Arthur Miller