We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.

If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her.

Man is about to be deprived of a great pole - work routine. The nightmare of capitalist society is unemployment; the nightmare of cybernetic society will be employment.

Forgetting’s not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn’t happen to me.

My hatred of crowds, the obviousness of crowds, of anything en masse. Is this why I like little-known books? A general desire to escape the main world.

I think we are just insects, we live a bit and then die and that’s the lot. There’s no mercy in things. There’s not even a Great Beyond. There’s nothing.

We all want things we can't have. Being a decent human being is accepting that.