He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.

Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

White wine is like electricity. Red wine looks and tastes like a liquified beefsteak.

Absence, the highest form of presence.

I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women.

Theologians consider that it was the sin of pride, the sinful thought conceived in an instant: non serviam: I will not serve. That instant was his [Lucifer's] ruin.

An improper art aims at exciting in the way of comedy the feeling of desire but the feeling which is proper to comic art is the feeling of joy.