Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.

I see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire.

To pin your hopes upon the future is to consign those hopes to a hypothesis, which is to say, a nothingness. Here and now is what we must contend with.

Pornography is a satire on human pretensions.

I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.

They were connoisseurs of boredom. They savoured the various bouquets of the subtly differentiated boredoms which rose from the long, wasted hours at the dead end of night.

There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.