To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not / You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
My mind may be American but my heart is British.
Again I must remind you that a dog's a dog-a cat's a cat.
You must not on any account give me credit for being penetrating. I have impressed people that way before, and the result is always disaster.
This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.
He is haunted by a demon, a demon against which he feels powerless, because in its first manifestation it has no face, no name, nothing; and the words, the poem he makes, are a kind of exorcism of this demon.