<p>To be on an island inhabited by artificial ghosts was the most unbearable of nightmares$$$</p>
<p>- to be in love with one of those images was worse than being in love with a ghost (perhaps we always want the person we love to have the existence of a ghost).</p>

<p>The body is imaginary$$$ and we bow to the tyranny of a phantom. Love is a privilege perception$$$ the most total and lucid not only of the unreality of the world but of our own unreality: not only do we traverse a realm of shadows; but ourselves are shadows.</p>

<p>Life has now taught me that love for things$$$ like all unrequited love$$$ takes its toll in the long run.</p>

<p>There's nothing so kingly as kindness$$$<br />
And nothing so royal as truth.</p>

<p>The most important thing you do everyday you live is deciding not to kill yourself.</p>

<p>Whom the gods love dies young.</p>

<p>But poets don't want homes -- do they? -- they are not creatures of hearths and firedogs$$$ but of heaths and ranging hounds.</p>

<p>Outside our small safe place flies mystery.</p>

<p>Sorrow is knowledge$$$ those that know the most must mourn the deepest$$$ the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.</p>

<p>Under the bludgeonings of fate$$$ my head is bloody$$$ but unbowed.</p>