I missed you...and at the same time I was happy. Isn't that a queer thing? |
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo. |
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. |
If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window. |
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love. |
In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness. |
It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter. |
Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it. |
Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss. |
Make sense who may. I switch off. |
My characters have nothing. I'm working with impotence, ignorance... that whole zone of being that has always been set aside by artists as something unusable - something by definition incompatible with art. |
Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it's awful. |
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. |
Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence. |
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must. |