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

I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps.

The one-eyed man will be King in the country of the blind only if he arrives there in full possession of his partial faculties--that is, providing he is perfectly aware of the precise nature of sight and does not confuse it with second sightnor with madness.

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.

Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!

I always used to suffer a great deal if I let myself get too close to reality since the definitive world of the everyday with itshard edges and harsh light did not have enough resonance to echo the demands I made upon experience. It was as if I never experienced experience as experience. Living never lived up to the expectations I had of it--the Bovary syndrome.

Our fingernails match our toenails, match our lipstick match our rouge...The habit of applying warpaint outlasts the battle.