It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.

I write as a function. Without it I would fall ill and die. It's as much a part of one as the liver or intestine, and just about as glamorous.

I feel strangely normal.

Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.

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.

young or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer.

A woman must be nursed into subsistence by love, where a man can become stronger by being hated." - from 'Cows in Art Class