At a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing argument, is needed.

Most of us can remember a time when a birthday - especially if it was one's own - brightened the world as if a second sun has risen.

Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.

There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. Yet that will be the beginning.

A good day is one where I can not just read a book, but write a review of it. Maybe today I'll be able to do that. I get for some reason somewhat stronger when the sun starts to go down. Dusk is a good time for me. I'm crepuscular.