She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.

The autumn always gets me badly, as it breaks into colours. I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce.

Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.

Tragedy ought really to be a great kick at misery.

One's action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.

I like relativity and quantum theories because I don't understand them and they make me feel as if space shifted about like a swan that can't settle, refusing to sit still and be measured; and as if the atom were an impulsive thing always changing its mind.

How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.