The city was asleep on its right side and shaking with violent nightmares. Long puffs of snoring came out of the chimneys. Its feet were sticking out because the clouds did not cover it altogether. There was a hole in them and the white feathers were falling out. The city had untied all its bridges like so many buttons to feel at ease. Wherever there was a lamplight the city scratched itself until it went out.

Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.

To love and to labor is the sum of living.

Each friend represents a world in us.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we ... believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

One always, sooner or later, comes upon a city which is an image of one's inner cities. Fez is an image of my inner self. ... The layers of the city of Fez are like the layers and secrecies of the inner life. One needs a guide. ... There were in Fez, as in my life, streets which led nowhere, impasses which remained a mystery.

At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.