Quotes from John Berryman

I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored. Peoples bore me, literature bores me, especially great literature.

Literature bores me, especially great literature

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn

Something can (has) been said for sobriety but very little.

Two daiquiriswithdrew into a corner of the gorgeous roomand one told the other a lie.

Huffy Henry hid the day,Unappeasable Henry sulked.

This world is gradually becoming a place Where I do not care to be any more.

Offering dragons quarter is no good,they regrow all their parts & come on again,they have to be killed.

I myself walked at the funeral of tenderness.

He stared at ruin. Ruin stared straight back.He thought they were old friends.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.

The world is gradually becoming a placewhere I do not care to be any more.

When will indifference come.

I haven't lost a battle yet but I am tensefor the first losing.

But never did Henry, as he thought he did,end anyone and hacks her body upand hide the pieces, where they may be found.He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody's missing.Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up.Nobody is ever missing.

It is a true error to marry with poetsor to be by them.

Decent fall the clothsover a high income.

But I do guess mos peoples gonna lose.

I don't see how Henry, priedopen for all the world to see, survived.

Mountainous, woman not breaks and will bend:sways God nearby: anguish comes to an end.Blossomed Sarah, and Iblossom. Is that thing alive? I hear a famisht howl.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover my mother told me as a boy (repeatedly) 'Ever to confess you're bored means you have no inner Resources.' I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored.

What is the boy now, who has lost his ball,...I am not a little boy.

My psychiatrist can lick your psychiatrist.