Insanity is a lack of proportion.

Desire creates its own object.

my love of water ... is mingled with and almost indistinguishable from a fear of water (I can float in a vertical position - I enter a fugue state - but I cannot bear to bury my face in water).

The real reason women fall in love abroad is not that they are free of domestic inhibitions but that they translate their love of stone and place into love of flesh. ... Is this true?

There is something worse than dying, and that is humiliation - at least so it seemed to me.

Italians' relationship to food is loving, informal, and gay.

The most painful moral struggles are not those between good and evil, but between the good and the lesser good.