What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!--and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

what sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination

War is good business Invest your son

Sanity - a trick of agreement

I don't think there is any truth. There are only points of view.

Night is the wonderful opportunity to take rest, to forgive, to smile, to get ready for all the battles that you have to fight tomorrow.

Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!