The problem was, I think, that the places I fit in were always falling behind the rimes.

I don’t know what it means to live.

The passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless

Life might just be an absurd, even crude, chain of events and nothing more.

The best musicians transpose consciousness into sound; painters do the same for color and shape.

I had my jazz club and I had enough money. So I didn't have to write for my living.

Her partially open lips now opened wide, and her soft, fragrant tongue entered his mouth, where it began a relentless search for unformed words, for a secret code engraved there. Tengo's own tongue responded unconsciously to this movement and soon their tongues were like two young snakes in a spring meadow, newly wakened from their hibernation and hungrily intertwining, each led on by the other's scent.