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

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

Literature bores me, especially great literature

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

This world is gradually becoming a place Where I do not care to be any more.

I can offer you only: this world like a knife

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