In a dream, we are simply confronted with various loaded symbols, and where one is exhausted, it gives way to another.

...an everlasting funeral marches round your heart.

The best work that anybody ever writes is the work that is on the verge of embarrassing him, always.

It may be that even if half consciously, we choose our personalities to maintain a certain saving balance in the family's little universe.

He wants to live on through something - and in his case, his masterpiece is his son. All of us want that, and it gets more poignant as we get more anonymous in this world.

most of the time we settle for half and i like it better, even as i know how wrong he was and his death useless, i tremble for i confess that something peversley pure calls to me from his memory

In America, any man who is not a reactionary in his views is open to the charge of alliance with the Red hell.