I should have liked to have had him beside me in a glass coffin, so that I could watch him all the time and he would not have been able to get away from me.

The clown may be the source of mirth, but - who shall make the clown laugh?

His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat.

I think it's one of the scars in our culture that we have too high an opinion of ourselves. We align ourselves with the angels instead of the higher primates.

The kind of power mothers have is enormous.

How far does a pretence of feeling, maintained with absolute conviction, become authentic?

His main principles were indeed as follows: everything it is possible to imagine can also exist.