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

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

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover my mother told me as a boy (repeatedly) 'Ever to confess you're bored means you have no inner Resources.' I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored.

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

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

I can offer you only: this world like a knife

Literature bores me, especially great literature