Do you remember when you were 10 or 11 years old and you really thought your folks were the best? They were completely omniscient and you took their word for everything. And then you got older and you went through this hideous age when suddenly they were the devil they were bullies and they didn't know anything.

Every age has its own poetry in every age the circumstances of history choose a nation a race a class to take up the torch by creating situations that can be expressed or transcended only through poetry.

Information is the oxygen of the modern age. It seeps through the walls topped by barbed wire it wafts across the electrified borders.

Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you're aboard there's nothing you can do.