I dream that my face appears on a postage stamp.

How can we describe the most exalted experience of our physical lives [sex], as if-jack, wrench, hubcap, and nuts-we were describing the changing of a flat tire?

I can't write without a reader. It's precisely like a kiss - you can't do it alone.

Only the opium eater truly understands the pain of death.

I was born into no true class and it was my decision early in life to insinuate myself into the middle class like a spy so that I would have an advantageous position of attack, but I seem now and then to have forgotten my mission, and to have taken my disguises too seriously.

Homesickness is nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time.

The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is undisguisable.