Once in a dream I saw a snake swallowing its own tail, it swallowed and swallowed until it got halfway round, and there it stopped and there it stayed, it was stuffed with its own self. Some fix, that. We only have ourselves to go on, and it's enough.

The poet, as a rule, is a half-man - a sissy, not a real person, and he is in no shape to lead real men in matters of blood, or courage.

from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.

Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else.

I had no feeling for the things so many others needed.

You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive? I don't know. I'm already tired.

Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.