Success is feminine and like a woman, if you cringe before her, she will override you

Hemingway shot himself. I don't like a man that takes the short way home.

You get born and you try this and you don't know why, only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people, all mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings, only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don't know why either except that the strings are all in one another's way.

It's all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won't be over until tomorrow.

We shall not kill and maybe next time we even won't.

The poets are wrong of course […] But then poets are almost always wrong about facts. That's because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth: which is why the truth they speak is so true that even those who hate poets by simple and natural instinct are exalted and terrified by it.

Facts and truth really don't have much to do with each other.