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

It was strange how easy being tired enough made it.

Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the Romance of the unusual.

How lazily the sun goes down in Granada, it hides beneath the water, it conceals in the Alhambra!

For a poet he threw a very accurate milk bottle.

There was no really good true war book during the entire four years of the war. The only true writing that came through during the war was in poetry. One reason for this is that poets are not arrested as quickly as prose writers.

Now he would never write the things that he had saved to write until he knew enough to write them well. Well, he would not have to fail at trying to write them either. Maybe you could never write them, and that was why you put them off and delayed the starting. Well he would never know, now.