What the problem was was this colossal redundancy, the squandering of brilliant technique on cheap material.

...all his longings came out as a kind of disdain for what he longed for.

The worse they are the more they see beauty in each other.

I was rather a goody-goody as a child... It was only later on I discovered that you could be naughty and get away with it.

He wanted pure compliments, just as he wanted unconditional love.

To apologize for what you most wanted to do, to concede that it was obnoxious, boring, 'vulgar and unsafe' --- that was the worst thing.

I like things to reverberate, to be suggestive.