Have you a capacity for love of someone beside yourself? I wonder, sometimes.
It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me.
I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world.
I don’t know what’s the trouble with children these days. They seem to get worse and worse.
My enemies are those who care about me most.
As long as men have ideals, as long as they are vulnerable, there is this power to create a dream for them.
You have left a momentary part of you which I will work into something.
I felt purged and holy and ready for a new life.
And if I have learned nothing else, it is to listen and to love: everyone.
Around the overturned enamel tray, a star of thermometer shards glittered, and balls of mercury trembled like celestial dew.
Woman is but an engine of ecstacy, a mimic of the earth from the ends of her curled hair to her red-lacquered nails.
The future is what matters because one never reaches it, but always stays in the present.
Girls like that make me sick. I’m so jealous I can’t speak.
These conversations I had in my mind usually repeated the beginnings of conversations I’d really had with Buddy, only they finished with me answering him back quite sharply, instead of just sitting around and saying, “I guess so.
I hated the idea of serving men in any way.
I do not like to think of all the things, familiar, useful and worthy things, I have never put into a poem.
In the air was the strong smell of masculinity which creates the ideal medium for me to exist in.
She looked loving and reproachful, and I wanted her to go away.
Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it. What I couldn’t stand was this shrinking everything into letters and numbers... I knew chemistry would be worse, because I’d seen a big chart of the ninety-odd elements hung up in the chemistry lab, and all of the perfectly good words like gold and silver and cobalt and aluminum were shortened to ugly abbreviations with different decimal numbers after them.
A real self, as we know, is a rare thing. The direct speech of a real self is rarer still. Where a real self exists it reveals itself, as a rule, only in the quality of the person’s presence, or in actions.