One must be ruthless with one's own writing or someone else will be.
Offering Dragons quarter is no good, they regrow all their parts and come on again. They have to be killed.
Two daiquiris withdrew into a corner of a gorgeous room and one told the other a lie.
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.
This world is gradually becoming a place Where I do not care to be any more.
Praise will lead you to vanity, and blame will lead you to self-pity, and both are bad for writers.