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1 " now,never mindthe boy who came out of that reading rooma new man,safe in the hope of what was to comein the summers of his life. "
― , Failing Maths and My Other Crimes
2 " We are all orbits of some sort,circling around the world we call our own, and literature...Literature is a compass; "
3 " all is deadbut for the mosquitoessingingtheir blood song "
4 " I hope for my poetry to be empirical. It shall suggest making love:you will want the usual in an unusual way. "
5 " Of course he was there, a removed audience of my redemption songs from beyond the grave,the way Kafka and his father continued to shadow-box,long after they quit staring at each otherat the dinner table. "
6 " they had merely acquired a shared affection for funeralsthe way some peoplelove public holidays: "