I have been thinking about the girl I met last night in the mirror: dark on the marble-ivory white: glossy black hair: deep suspiring eyes in which one's glances sink because they are nervous, curious, turned to sexual curiosity.

A critic is a lug-worm in the liver of literature.

Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

I have been thinking about the girl I met last night in the mirror: dark on the marble-ivory white: glossy black hair: deep suspiring eyes in which one's glances sink because they are nervous, curious, turned to sexual curiosity.

Every man is made of clay and diamond, and no woman can nourish both.

They flower spontaneously out of the demands of our natures - and the best of them lead us not only outward in space, but inward as well.

Prohibitions create the desire they were intended to cure.