Writing and reading is to me synonymous with existing.

Honesty is a selfish virtue. Yes I am honest enough.

I have always noticed that in portraits of really great writers the mouth is always firmly closed.

Ezra Pound still lives in a village and his world is a kind of village and people keep explaining things when they live in a village.... I have come not to mind if certain people live in villages and some of my friends still appear to live in villages and a village can be cozy as well as intuitive but must one really keep perpetually explaining and elucidating?

Do you know because I tell you so, or do you know, do you know.

The subject matter of art is life, life as it actually is; but the function of art is to make life better.

It is the soothing thing about history that it does repeat itself.