I really hate those books where the murderer turns out to be somebody you never heard of who pops up in the last chapter.
“I hesitate to deposit money in a bank. I am afraid I shall never dare to take it out again. When you go to confession and entrust your sins to the safe-keeping of the priest, do you ever come back for them?”
“For me, poetry is a situation - a state of being, a way of facing life and facing history.”