Literature is not exhaustible, for the sufficient and simple reason that a single book is not.

I think that the reader should enrich what he is reading. He should misunderstand the text; he should change it into something else.

He consorted with prostitutes and poets...and with persons even worse.

Not a single star will be left in the night. The night will not be left. I will die and, with me, the weight of the intolerable universe. I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions, the continents and faces. I shall erase the accumulated past. I shall make dust of history, dust of dust. Now I am looking on the final sunset. I am hearing the last bird. I bequeath nothingness to no one.

Mir Bahadur Ali is, as we have seen, incapable of evading the most vulgar of art's temptations: that of being a genius.

If you using local color in an unobtrusive way, it is all for the good. But if you stress it, the whole thing is artificial. But it should be used, I mean, it's not forbidden. But you don't have to stress it.

Best thing to happen for a poet. A fine death, no? An impressive death.