My big fish must be somewhere.

You're awfully dark, brother," he said. "You don't know how dark.

I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.

Remember to get the weather in your damn book-weather is very important.

Pound's crazy. All poets are.... They have to be. You don't put a poet like Pound in the loony bin.

You are killing me, fish, the old man thought. But you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you, brother.

In company with people of your own trade you ordinarily speak of other writers' books. The better the writers the less they will speak about what they have written themselves. Joyce was a very great writer and he would only explain what he was doing to jerks. Other writers that he respected were supposed to be able to know what he was doing by reading it.