Most modern reproducers of life, even including the camera, really repudiate it. We gulp down evil, choke at good.

Key West, unfortunately, is becoming rather literary and artistic.

The point of vision and desire are the same.

All of our ideas come from the natural world: trees equal umbrellas.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

Thought tends to collect in pools.