I keep saying, Shakspeare, Shakspeare, you are as obscure as life is.

Had Shakspeare and Milton lived in the atmosphere of modern feeling, had they had the multitude of new thoughts and feelings to deal with a modern has, I think…

Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?

My special thanks, whose even-balanced soul, From first youth tested up to extreme old age, Business could not make dull, nor passion wild; Who saw life steadi…

Life comes before literature, as the material always comes before the work. The hills are full of marble before the world blooms with statues.

Reading Roberto Bolano is like hearing the secret story, being shown the fabric of the particular, watching the tracks of art and life merge at the horizon and…

The understanding of art depends finally upon one's willingness to extend one's humanity and one's knowledge of human life.