When the desire is on for one particular person, nobody else will do.

Jealousy is the lifelong noose hanging about the neck of love.

In America they make too much fuss of poets; in London they make too little.

There is a great gulf between the really creative person and normal people. The totally creative person does not have the rest of his life in proper proportion.

... the mere thought of going near a man who is not mellowly pickled, and whose breath reeks of his native fleshy self, is squeamishly unpalatable to me.

there is this malign curse laid on dipsomaniacs. That they must absolutely have a drink: in order to feel strong enough to stop drinking.

Anyone who has attempted to create knows the hellishness of it, which consists in the final inescapability from it. Knows that anything, however deadly humdrum to drug the senses, is preferable to it. Knows the gigantic effort to get started on the boundless, unwieldy, shapeless material; the forest of hesitations; of what to keep and what to throw out; the running-out terror and reluctance in one of finishing.