There is no way to take the danger out of human relationships.
Desire creates its own object.
One feels a quickening of the pulse when one crosses a border.
The dream police will not let me have sexual fantasies.
I love medieval cities; they do not clamor for attention; they possess their souls - their riches - in quiet; formal, courteous, they reveal themselves slowly, stone by stone, garden by garden; hidden treasures wait calmly to be loved and yield to introspective wandering.
The past is a sorry country.