Rejoicing in our joy, not suffering over our suffering, makes someone a friend.
It is impossible to suffer without making someone pay for it; every complaint already contains revenge.
If someone comes to you and asks for help, and you can help them, you’re supposed to help them. Why wouldn’t you? You have been put in the position somehow to be able to help this person.
We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans – because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. That’s why we paint, that’s why we dare to love someone – because we have the impulse to explain who we are.
You have to develop ways so that you can take up for yourself, and then you take up for someone else. And so sooner or later, you have enough courage to really stand up for the human race and say, ‘I’m a representative.’
The problem with themes is that writers don’t realise they are themes until someone points them out.
I like to regard myself as someone who’s capable of critical thought, that is to say, who can evaluate claims.
We mislead ourselves when we pretend we can make someone into an effective manager by putting them through a few courses in business school.
Attachment is the great fabricator of illusions; reality can be attained only by someone who is detached.
Poetry is for me Eucharistic. You take someone else’s suffering into your body, their passion comes into your body, and in doing that you commune, you take communion, you make a community with others.