I always want to be in love, always. It's like being a tuning fork.

It's not the vote women need, we should be armed.

My hand does the work and I dont have to think; in fact, were I to think, it would stop the flow. Its like a dam in the brain that bursts.

There was always a real reason for everything - why spoons tarnished, and jam furred, and people declined into God, or drink, or card games.

Recollection is not something that I can summon up, it simply comes and I am the servant of it.

Money talks, but tell me why all it says is just Goodbye.

Ideally I'd like to spend two evenings a week talking to Proust and another conversing with the Holy Ghost.