In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun.
I used to think marriage was a plate-glass window just begging for a brick.
We shall all die, and our lives will be irrelevant then.
Whatever is powerful to you can be translated into something which will matter to somebody that you will never know.
Creativity is on the side of health - it isn't the thing that drives us mad; it is the capacity in us that tries to save us from madness.
What is more humiliating than finding the object of your love unworthy?