The notion of a universality of human experience is a confidence trick and the notion of a universality of female experience is a clever confidence trick.

You were the living image of the entire Platonic shadow show, an illusion that could fill my emptiness with marvellous, imaginary things as long as, just as long as, the movie lasted, and then all would all vanish.

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

Not many people can boast a photo of their grandmother posing for kiddiporn.

Hope for the best, expect the worst.

They will be like shadows, they will be like wraiths, gray members of a congregation of nightmare; hark! his long wavering howl . . . an aria of fear made audible. The wolfsong is the sound of the rending you will suffer, in itself a murdering.

There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.