Comedy is tragedy that happens to other people.

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

Mother goddesses are just as silly a notion as father gods. If a revival of the myths of these cults gives woman emotional satisfaction, it does so at the price of obscuring the real conditions of life. This is why they were invented in the first place.

How far does a pretence of feeling, maintained with absolute conviction, become authentic?

The end of exile is the end of being.

They were connoisseurs of boredom. They savoured the various bouquets of the subtly differentiated boredoms which rose from the long, wasted hours at the dead end of night.

She stood lost in eternity wearing a crazy dress, watching the immense sky.