But romantic vision can also lead one away from certain very hard, ugly truths about life that are important to know.

If he had his wits about him Bunny would surely keep his mouth shut; but now, with his subconscious mind knocked loose from its perch and flapping in the hollow corridors of his skull as erratically as a bat, there was no way to be sure of anything he might do.

Who was it said that coincidence was just God’s way of remaining anonymous?

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.

But how,” said Charles, who was close to tears, “how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?’ Henry lit a cigarette. “I prefer to think of it,” he had said, “as redistribution of matter.

Love doesn't conquer everything. And whoever thinks it does is a fool.

...as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn't touch.