It's true, you can never eat a pet you name. And anyway, it would be like a ventriloquist eating his dummy.

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.

Yellow is vagueness and luminousness, both.

The ears, which master the face of a dunce, are that part of the head which most publishes stupidity.

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

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 read passionately with a need to know and see the act of reading as an act of cognition and not simply a means of passing time.