Sexual intercourse... a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man's sensual mast.

The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.

If you are terribly truthful, the ground will always move from under you, and you will have to shift with the constantly shifting truth.

I know why families were created with all their imperfections. They humanize you. They are made to make you forget yourself occasionally, so that the beautiful balance of life is not destroyed.

the cynic is a coward. He foresees all barrenness so that barrenness can never surprise him.

She walked in the shadow of Rango with a great feeling of being taken out of herself, of having no knowledge of what was happening to her, merely a pervading sense of flow.

The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body.