I can't think of any poet-recluses outside of one dead Jeffers. [Robinson Jeffers] The rest of them want to slobber over each other and hug each other. It appears to me that I am the last of the poet-recluses.

In a capitalistic society the losers slaved for the winners and you have to have more losers than winners.

nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.

They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them.

it seemed to me that I had never met another person on earth as discouraging to my happiness as my father. and it appeared that I had the same effect upon him.

There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do.

I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.