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

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

What a joy it is to dance and sing!

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

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

Women's sexy underwear is a minor but significant growth industry of late-twentieth-century Britain in the twilight of capitalism.

It is, perhaps, a better thing to be valued only as an object of passion than never to be valued at all.