I desire therefore I exist.

ordered me a sky from a florist

Nostalgia, the vice of the aged.

What a joy it is to dance and sing!

Hope for the best, expect the worst.

The end of exile is the end of being.

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.

Love is desire sustained by unfulfilment.

The kind of power mothers have is enormous.

Anticipation is the greater part of pleasure.

Pornography is a satire on human pretensions.

At the best of times, spring hurts depressives.

Comedy is tragedy that happens to other people.

Soon, nostalgia will be another name for Europe.

Proposition one: time is a man, space is a woman.

Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself.

One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.

Art need no longer be an account of past sensations.

Home is where the heart is and hence a movable feast.

A day without an argument is like an egg without salt.

I am entirely alone. I and my shadow fill the universe.

This lack of imagination gives his heroism to the hero.

Is not this world an illusion? And yet it fools everybody.

I think I want to be in love with you but I don't know how.

Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.

What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many?

The child's laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.

Is not this whole world an illusion? And yet it fools everybody.

Irish was a man of parts even if some of them didn't work too well.

Losing their names, these things underwent a process of uncreation.

A broken heart is never a tragedy. Only untimely death is a tragedy.

The invisible is only another unexplored country, a brave new world.

Among the monsters, I am well hidden; who looks for a leaf in a forest?

Reciprocity of sensation is not possible because to share is to be robbed.

She stood lost in eternity wearing a crazy dress, watching the immense sky.

Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves.

The clown may be the source of mirth, but - who shall make the clown laugh?

Not many people can boast a photo of their grandmother posing for kiddiporn.

Just because we're sisters under the skin doesn't mean we've got much in common.

What would the daughters of the rich do with themselves if the poor ceased to exist?

If the Barbarians are destroyed, who will we then be able to blame for the bad things?

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

How far does a pretence of feeling, maintained with absolute conviction, become authentic?

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

It is, perhaps, better to be valued as an object of passion than never to be valued at all.

There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.

Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual.

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

His main principles were indeed as follows: everything it is possible to imagine can also exist.

A book is simply the container of an idea like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters.

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