I see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire.
There are lots of things that you can brush under the carpet about yourself until you're faced with somebody whose needs won't be put off.
Soon, nostalgia will be another name for Europe.
What a joy it is to dance and sing!
Not many people can boast a photo of their grandmother posing for kiddiporn.
Not for Moorcock the painful, infrequent excretion of dry little novels like so many rabbit pellets; his is the grand, messy fluxitself, in all its heroic vulgarity, its unquenchable optimism, its enthusiasm for the inexhaustible variousness of things.