What are stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?
Religion is simply art bastardized out of all recognition.
Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened.
How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.
A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.
The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.