Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.
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.
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
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.
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.
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?
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.
You're on earth. There's no cure for that.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.
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.
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.
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
Words are all we have.
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.