In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.
All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
I can't go on. I'll go on.
Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another whose life is just beginning.
Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity.
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
