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

These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand. They are only meant to terrify & comfort.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.

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.

So if I were talking to a young writer, I would recommend the cultivation of extreme indifference to both praise and blame because praise will lead you to vanity, and blame will lead you to self-pity, and both are bad for writers.

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

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