Mr Earbrass stands on the terrace at twilight. It is bleak; it is cold; and the virtue has gone out of everything. Words drift through his mind: anguish turnips conjunctions illness defeat string parties no parties urns desuetude disaffection claws loss Trebizond napkins shame stones distance fever Antipodes mush glaciers incoherence labels miasma amputation tides deceit mourning elsewards.

When people are finding meaning in things -- beware.

Explaining something makes it go away, so to speak; what's important is left after you have explained everything else.

I've never had any intentions about anything. That's why I am where I am today, which is neither here nor there, in a literal sense.

I realize that homosexuality is a serious problem for anyone who is - but then, of course, heterosexuality is a serious problem for anyone who is, too. And being a man is a serious problem and being a woman is, too. Lots of things are problems.

Such excess of passion is quite out of fashion

It's well we cannot hear the screams we make in other people's dreams.