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

Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.

She stands and moves within the invisible pentacle of her own virginity. She is an unbroken egg: she is a sealed vessel; she has inside her a magic space the entrance to which is shut tight with a plug of membrane; she is a closed system; she does not know how to shiver.

For hours, for days, for years, she had wandered endlessly within herself but never met anybody, nobody.

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

I should have liked to have had him beside me in a glass coffin, so that I could watch him all the time and he would not have been able to get away from me.

Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late Autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart.