I am unable, mentally incapable, of relating the dead thing, the broken body refusing to divulge why or where the occupant has gone, to the thing that was alive.

Virtue in a man doesn't make you want to grab him.

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

There is, happily, no limit to the faith of human nature in believing what it wants to believe.

none of what I know is out of books. ... I prefer tactual learning. Touching, on the quick of the sore nail, of present, mobile life. To toy, to gnaw, to tear: at the living element of pain. Like at a living drumstick.

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

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.