It is, perhaps, a better thing to be valued only as an object of passion than never to be valued at all.

Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.

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

Stars on our door, stars in our eyes, stars exploding in the bits of our brains where the common sense should have been

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.

Women's sexy underwear is a minor but significant growth industry of late-twentieth-century Britain in the twilight of capitalism.

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