I couldn't have thought of her more. Even vacancy was crowded with her.

...and yet could swear it was just then that I fell in love. It wasn't, of course, simply the onions -- it was the sudden sense of an individual woman, of a frankness that was so often later to make me happy and miserable.

Media is just a word that has come to mean bad journalism.

In the taxi I let my hand lie on her leg like a promise, but I had no intention of keeping my promise.

Perhaps the comparison is closer to the Chinese cook who leaves hardly any part of a duck unserved.

Never presume yours is a better morality.

If you have abandoned one faith, do not abandon all faith. There is always an alternative to the faith we lose. Or is it the same faith under another mask?