Offering Dragons quarter is no good, they regrow all their parts and come on again. They have to be killed.
That is our โpointed task. Love & die.
I can offer you only: this world like a knife
I didn't want to be like Yeats; I wanted to be Yeats.
I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored. Peoples bore me, literature bores me, especially great literature.
Wishin' was dyin' but I gotta make it all this way to that bed on these feet.