All sins tend to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is damnation.

What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves.

Language is the mother, not the handmaiden, of thought; words will tell you things you never thought or felt before.

A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.

Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links, Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks, Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye.

Hemingway is terribly limited. His technique is good for short stories, for people who meet once in a bar very late at night, but do not enter into relations. But not for the novel.

Had Greek civilization never existed ... we would never have become fully conscious.