 I can't go on. I'll go on. |
| Birth was the death of him. |
| Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity. |
| Try again. Fail again. Fail better. |
| The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. |
| Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness. |
| That's how it is on this bitch of an earth. |
| Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on. |
| 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. |
| Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence. |
| To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now. |
| 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. |
| In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness. |
| Habit is a great deadener. |
| I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them. |
| Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better. |
