What would the daughters of the rich do with themselves if the poor ceased to exist?

His contagious conviction that our love was unique and desperate infected me with an anxious sickness; soon we would learn to treat one another with the circumspect tenderness of comrades who are amputees, for we were surrounded by the most moving images of evanesecence, fireworks, morning glories, the old, children. But the most moving of these images were the intagible relfections of ourselves we saw in one another's eyes, reflections of nothing but appearances, in a city dedicated to seeming, and, try as we might to possess the essence of each other's otherness, we would inevitably fail.

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.

Language is power, life and the instrument of culture, the instrument of domination and liberation.

Among the monsters, I am well hidden; who looks for a leaf in a forest?

If the Barbarians are destroyed, who will we then be able to blame for the bad things?

I desire therefore I exist.