I like the feeling of words doing as they want to do and as they have to do.

The phenomenon of nature is more splendid than the daily events of nature, certainly, so then the twentieth century is splendid.

To write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write.

there are many ways of eating, for some eating is living for some eating is dying, for some thinking about ways of eating gives to them the feeling that they have it in them to be alive and to be going on living, to some to think about eating makes them know that death is always waiting that dying is in them.

It is funny the two things most men are proudest of is the thing that any man can do and doing does in the same way, that is being drunk and being the father of their son.

Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.

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?