I thought... their elegance... lies not so much in their clothes as in their bodies, and their bodies have received it, and continue to unceasingly receive it, from their souls, which are just like yours, lovely Simonetta.

I thought... their elegance... lies not so much in their clothes as in their bodies, and their bodies have received it, and continue to unceasingly receive it, from their souls, which are just like yours, lovely Simonetta.

I kneel to my Lord because I am such a failure. I pray, I hope, I look to the Gospels.

Artists are never complete people. But if it's art that completes them, then what is taken away?

The man who has faith in logic is always cuckolded by reality.

The urge for Chinese food is always unpredictable: famous for no occasion, standard fare for no holiday, and the constant as to demand is either whim, the needy plebiscite of instantly famished drunks, or pregnancy.

September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.