In poetic thought, the role of the subconscious is played by euphony.

Poetry is not only the most concise way of conveying the human experience; it also offers the highest possible standards for any linguistic operation.

The delirium and horror of the East. The dusty catastrophe of Asia. Green only on the banner of the Prophet. Nothing grows here except mustaches.

For darkness restores what light cannot repair.

Snobbery? But it's only a form of despair.

In general, in America, every discourse in literature in 15 minutes degenerates into a conversation about ethics, morality and this and that. The Holocaust and the consequences of it. Well, I find it terribly boring, predictable and unimportant, because what matters about literature is esthetic achievement.

All the literati keep at least one imaginary friend.