I think I want to be in love with you but I don't know how.

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 only time I ever iron the sheets or make meringues is when there is an ... urgent deadline in the offing.

For hours, for days, for years, she had wandered endlessly within herself but never met anybody, nobody.

Your thin white face, chérie; he said, as if he saw it for the first time. Your thin white face, with its promise of debauchery only a connoisseur could detect.

A young girl would go into the wood as trustingly as Red Riding Hood to her granny's house but this light admits no ambiguities and, here, she will be trapped in her own illusion because everything in the woods is exactly as it seems.

He is, I think, already pondering a magisterial project: that of buggering the English language, the ultimate revenge of the colonialised.