I am not quite a poet but I am something of the kind.

I think with my right hand.

I really can't stand any more to pay for a burst of animation when someone comes in for drinks with a depressed and low-keyed next day, in which I have to go around on my hands and knees.

Every work of art is a trick by which the artist manipulates appearances.

Marxism is the opium of the intellectuals.

At 60 the sexual preoccupation, when it hits you, seems sometimes sharper, as if it were an elderly malady, like gout.

In a sense, one can never read the book that the author originally wrote, and one can never read the same book twice.