War and drink are the two things man is never too poor to buy.
How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-string: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls.
Facts and truth really don't have much to do with each other.
Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error.
Writing a first draft is like trying to build a house in a strong wind.
People need trouble - a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it. Artists do; I don't mean you need to live in a rat hole or gutter, but you have to learn fortitude, endurance. Only vegetables are happy.