“Contra la policía/Against the PoliceMy entire Oeuvre is against the policeIf I write a Love poem it’s against the policeAnd if I sing the nakedness of bodies I sing against the policeAnd if I make this Earth a metaphor I make a metaphor against the policeIf I speak wildly in my poems I speak against the policeAnd if I manage to create a poem it’s against the policeI haven’t written a single word, a verse, a stanza that isn’t against the policeAll my prose is against the policeMy entire OeuvreIncluding this poemMy whole OeuvreIs against the police.”

“Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.”

“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.”

“To write or even speak English is not a science but an art. There are no reliable words. Whoever writes English is involved in a struggle that never lets up even for a sentence. He is struggling against vagueness, against obscurity, against the lure of the decorative adjective, against the encroachment of Latin and Greek, and, above all, against the worn-out phrases and dead metaphors with which the language is cluttered up.”

“Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop up my nose, or against any man's metaphor.”

“I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.”