Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, and don't have any kids yourself.

I don't think I write well - just better than anyone else.

Seriously, I think it is a grave fault in life that so much time is wasted in social matters, because it not only takes up time when you might be doing individual private things, but it prevents you storing up the psychic energy that can then be released to create art or whatever it is. It's terrible the way we scotch silence & solitude at every turn, quite suicidal. I can't see how to avoid it, without being very rich or very unpopular, & it does worry me, for time is slipping by , and nothing is done. It isn't as if anything was gained by this social frivolity, It isn't: it's just a waste.

I like spaghetti because you don't have to take your eyes off the book to pick about among it, it's all the same.

Clearly money has something to do with life.

I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.

The poetic impulse is distinct from ideas about things or feelings about things, though it may use these. It's more like a desire to separate a piece of one's experience & set it up on its own, an isolated object never to trouble you again, at least not for a bit. In the absence of this impulse nothing stirs.