Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual.

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

Losing their names, these things underwent a process of uncreation.

She said to the Daisy girl with her big brown eyes: 'I will not have it plain. No. Fancy. It must be fancy!' She meant her future. A moon-daisy dropped to the floor, down from her hair, like a faintly derisive sign from heaven.

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

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.

It's every woman's tragedy, that, after a certain age, she looks like a female impersonator. Mind you, we've known some lovely female impersonators, in our time.