The kind of power mothers have is enormous.

Pornography is a satire on human pretensions.

Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.

Hope for the best, expect the worst.

A mother is always a mother, since a mother is a biological fact, whilst a father is a movable feast.

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

A book is simply the container of an idea-like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters.