I ask myself how I could give in to this perpetual vertigo that I in fact provoked and feared. I floated among erratic clouds and talked to myself in front of the mirror in the vain hope of confirming who I was. My delirium was so great that during a student demonstration complete with rocks and bottles, I had to make an enormous effort not to lead it as I held up a sign that would sanctify my truth: I am mad with love.

And again, as always, after so many years we were still in the same place we always were.

Sex is one's consolation when love is not enough

Then he knew that they had rounded the cape of good hope, and he took her large, soft hand again and covered it with forlorn little kisses, first the hard metacarpus, the long, discerning fingers, the diaphanous nails, and then the hieroglyphics of her destiny on her perspiring palm.

Always tell what you feel. Do what you think.

The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants .

Fiction was invented the day Jonas arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale.