I was the basest of readers. All I wanted was my own world, and myself in it, given back to me in artful shapes and accessible form.

...beauty, she had discovered occupied a narrow band. Ugliness, on the hand, had infinite variation.

No one knows anything, really. It's all rented, or borrowed.

Let the guilty bury the innocent, and let no one change the evidence

Oblivion seemed the only reasonable option.

A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.

Self-consciousness is the destroyer of erotic joy.