Praise will lead you to vanity, and blame will lead you to self-pity, and both are bad for writers.

There is no such thing as Freedom (though it is the most important condition of human life, after Humility, -which does not exist either). There is only Slavery (walls around one) and absence-of-Slavery (ability to walk in any direction, or to remain still).

We have reason to be afraid. This is a terrible place.

I think that what happens in my poetic work in the future will depend on my being knocked in the face, and thrown flat, and given cancer, and all kinds of other things short of senile dementia.

We are using our own skins for wallpaper and we cannot win.

I can offer you only: this world like a knife

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