This world is gradually becoming a place Where I do not care to be any more.

Them lady poets must not marry, pal.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn

The artist is extremely lucky who is presented with the worst possible ordeal which will not actually kill him. At that point, he's in business.

I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored. Peoples bore me, literature bores me, especially great literature.

Two daiquiris withdrew into a corner of a gorgeous room and one told the other a lie.

You should always be trying to write a poem you are unable to write, a poem you lack the technique, the language, the courage to achieve. Otherwise you're merely imitating yourself, going nowhere, because that's always easiest.