The thing about writing is that if you have the impulse, you will find the time.

The main thing is to write for the joy of it. Cultivate a work-lust that imagines its haven like your hands at night dreaming the sun in the sunspot of a breast. You are fasted now, light-headed, dangerous. Take off from here.

Suspect too much sweet talk but never close your mind.

Even if the last move did not succeed, the inner command says move again.

When I first encountered the name of the city of Stockholm, I little thought that I would ever visit it, never mind end up being welcomed to it as a guest of the Swedish Academy and the Nobel Foundation.

It is always better to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning. For every one of us, living in this world means waiting for our end. Let whoever can win glory before death. When a warrior is gone, that will be his best and only bulwark.

Sink every impulse like a bolt. Secure The bastion of sensation. Do not waver Into language. Do not waver in it.