There's something evil in me that loves evil and degradation--purity's black backside! That loves honesty with a horrid love; or why have I always gone seeking it at the liar's door?

God, children know something they can't tell; they like Red Riding Hood and the wolf in bed!

The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.

Too great a sense of identity makes a man feel he can do no wrong. And too little does the same.

I have a narrative, but you will be put to it to find it.

You beat the liver out of a goose to get a pâté; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get a philosopher.

We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door.