I can offer you only: this world like a knife

Offering Dragons quarter is no good, they regrow all their parts and come on again. They have to be killed.

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

We must travel in the direction of our fear.

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

I cry. Evil dissolves, & love, like foam; that love. Prattle of children powers me home, my heart claps like the swan's under a frenzy of who love me & who shine.

Literature bores me, especially great literature