We already have the statistics for the future: the growth percentages of pollution, overpopulation, desertification. The future is already in place.

If I were asked to think up a new name for temptation, I should recommend the word 'doorknob', because what are these protuberances put on doors for if not to tempt us.

When the young woman leans over the sky, about to water the flowers as well as the weeds, her white front splits open until her milk runs.

Everybody knows how fallible memory can sometimes be. You remember certain fragments precisely, but as soon as you try to join the fragments together, for a story, there is a certain - not falsification, but a shifting.

It makes me realise that the fantasy of nature is much larger than my own fantasy. I still have things to learn.

There must be reasons why we men are so hipped on breasts as if we'd all been weaned too soon.

We already have the statistics for the future: the growth percentages of pollution, overpopulation, desertification. The future is already in place.