Give me a bed and a book and I am happy.
It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.
Style is a magic wand, and turns everything to gold that it touches.
I find a fascination, like the fascination for the moth of a star, in those who hold aloof and disdain me.
Only those who get into scrapes with their eyes open can find the safe way out.
I might give my life for my friend, but he had better not ask me to do up a parcel.