And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.
― Ezra Pound, "And the days are not full enough," from Personae: The Shorter Poems (New Directions, 1990)
never felt so god damn weak like this god damn weak like a baby.
I’m not kind; I’m vicious. It’s the secret of my charm.
― Waldo Lydecker, Laura