Let others pride themselves about how many pages they have written; I'd rather boast about the ones I've read.

As the end approaches, there are no longer any images from memory - there are only words.

That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.

We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men.

What man of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?

The two important facts I should say, are emotion, and then words arising from emotion. I don't think you can write in an emotionless way. If you attempt it, the result is artificial. I don't like that kind of writing. I think that if a poem is really great, you should think of it as having written itself despite the author. It should flow.

All writing is dreaming