"This is not writing at all. Indeed, I could say that Shakespeare surpasses literature altogether, if..." — Virginia Woolf

The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.

I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose.

We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.

The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and mind.