we must not blame our poor symbols if they take forms that seem trivial to us, or absurd, ... however paltry they may be; the nature of our life alone has determined their forms.

Proposition one: time is a man, space is a woman.

There was a house we all had in common and it was called the past, even though we'd lived in different rooms.

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.

Hope for the best, expect the worst.

He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive.

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