You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got.

Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don’t know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use.

A bottle of wine was good company.

When you work hard all day with your head and know you must work again the next day what else can change your ideas and make them run on a different plane like whisky?

There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it's like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.

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

Got tight on absinthe last night. Did knife tricks.