When I Write, I Solemnly Visit Myself.

The Poet Is A Pretender. / He Pretends So Completely, / That He Even Pretends That It Is Pain / The Pain He Really Feels.

Art Consists In Making Others Feel What We Feel.

I Never Meant To Be But A Dreamer.

Talking To People Makes Me Feel Like Sleeping. Only My Ghostly And Imaginary Friends, Only The Conversations I Have In My Dreams, Are Genuinely Real And Substantial.

Never Read A Book To The End, Nor Even In Sequence And Without Skipping.