If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.

And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.

I got the blues thinking of the future, so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred orange and scrub the floor.

It's hard to ravish a tin of sardines.

Pornography is the attempt to insult sex, to do dirt on it.

Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or description.

The grim frost is at hand, when apples will fall thick, almost thunderous, on the hardened earth.