I should have liked to have had him beside me in a glass coffin, so that I could watch him all the time and he would not have been able to get away from me.

In the mythic schema of all relations between men and women, man proposes, and woman is disposed of.

Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.

I think it's one of the scars in our culture that we have too high an opinion of ourselves. We align ourselves with the angels instead of the higher primates.

I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps.

I see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire.

What a joy it is to dance and sing!

Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself. You bring to a novel, anything you read, all your experience of the world. You bring your history and you read it in your own terms.

We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.

Language is power, life and the instrument of culture, the instrument of domination and liberation.

If Miss means respectably unmarried, and Mrs. respectably married, then Ms. means nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

A thing can be fine on paper but utterly crummy in the field.

If you zoom in far enough, the information is there but it contains no meaning. The meaning emerges as a collective principle of organization.

Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.

Somebody has to have the last word. If not, every argument could be opposed by another and we'd never be done with it.

It's a great honor that something that you took part in creating becomes this forever object.

Among all kinds of Writing, there is none in which Authors are more apt to miscarry than in Works of Humour, as there is none in which they are more ambitious to excel.

Those who forgive themselves and are able to accept their real nature, they are the strong ones.

If you want to be treated like adults then start acting like them.

We angels are misconceived in the human world. People perceive us as kindly and bountiful; when, in truth, we are about as fluffy, as gentle, as yielding, as rattlesnakes.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.