Ordinary persons, he said, smiling, found no differences between men. The artist found them all.

Ordinary persons, he said, smiling, found no differences between men. The artist found them all.

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

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

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.

Book-publishing is all about politics. Agents, editors, which books will be puffed, which ignored, etc.

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