When you look into a mirror it is not yourself you see, but a kind of apish error posed in fearful symmetry kool uoy nehW rorrim a otni ton si ti ˛ees uoy flesruoy dnik a tub rorre hsipa fo lufraef ni desop yrtemmys

Movies took you right up to the edge but kept you safe.

Fiction is nothing less than the subtlest instrument for self-examination and self-display that Mankind has invented yet.

Natural beauty is essentially temporary and sad, hence the impression of obscene mockery which artificial flowers give us.

Suddenly summoned to witness something great and horrendous, we keep fighting not to reduce it to our own smallness.

It is not difficult to deceive the first time, for the deceived possesses no antibodies; unvaccinated by suspicion, she overlooks lateness, accepts absurd excuses, permits the flimsiest patching to repair great rents in the quotidian.

What would men be without women? Scarce, sir, mighty scarce. Mark Twain Women are an alien race set down among us.