One must be ruthless with one's own writing or someone else will be.

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

Wishin' was dyin' but I gotta make it all this way to that bed on these feet.

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

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

I didn't want to be like Yeats; I wanted to be Yeats.

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