Accent the ugly until it becomes gorgeous.

From infancy on, we are all spies; the shame is not this but that the secrets to be discovered are so paltry and few.

I think books should have secrets, like people do.

There is this quality, in things, of the right way seeming wrong at first.

By the time a partnership dissolves, it has dissolved.

There is the fear that you somehow neglected to say what was really yours to say.

What more fiendish proof of cosmic irresponsibility than a Nature which, having invented sex as a way to mix genes, then permits to arise, amid all its perfumed and hypnotic inducements to mate, a tireless tribe of spirochetes and viruses that torture and kill us for following orders?