In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.

Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.

I learned a little of beauty - enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth.

Young people do not perceive at once that the giver of wounds is the enemy and the quoted tattle merely the arrow.

The strongest guard is placed at the gateway to nothing. Maybe because the condition of emptiness is too shameful to be divulged.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

I began to realize that for two years my life had been a drawing on resources that I did not possess, that I had been mortgaging myself physically and spiritually up to the hilt.