What I like about cities is that everything is king size, the beauty and the ugliness.

Love itself is the most elitist of passions. It acquires its stereoscopic substance and perspective only in the context of culture, for it takes up more place in the mind than it does in bed. Outside of that setting it falls flat into one-dimensional fiction.

An object, after all, is what makes infinity private.

I always adhered to the idea that God is time, or at least that His spirit is.

Who included me among the ranks of the human race?

No matter under what circumstances you leave it, home does not cease to be home. No matter how you lived there - well or poorly.

If one's fated to be born in Caesar's Empire, let him live aloof, provincial, by the seashore.