Worse even than your maddening song, your silence.

We know a thing by its opposite corollary; hot by having experienced cold; good by having decided what is bad; love by hate.

I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers.

I'm about fifty years behind as far as my preferences go and I must say that the poets who excite me most are the Americans. There are very few contemporary English poets that I admire.

I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit.

Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.

Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.