Ignorance, if recognized, is often more fruitful than the appearance of knowledge.

What needs to be discharged is the intolerable tenderness of the past, the past gone and grieved over and never made sense of. Music ransoms us from the past, declares an amnesty, brackets and sets aside the old puzzles. Sing a new song. Start a new life, get a girl, look into her shadowy eyes, smile.

Why is it that no other species but man gets bored? Under the circumstances in which a man gets bored, a dog goes to sleep.

In this world, goodness is destined to be defeated.

Before, I wandered as a diversion. Now I wander seriously and sit and read as a diversion.

Not to be onto something is to be in despair.

A novel is what you call something that won't sell if you call it poems or short stories.