And if all womankind banded together and took the male path, the world would turn into one huge brothel.

And if all womankind banded together and took the male path, the world would turn into one huge brothel.

To begin with, I had never done any good deeds; besides, even if I had simply fabricated a few, I would not have enjoyed going on about them.

Boulevards are like people: similar in their youth, they undergo gradual change according to what ferments in them.

Finally, when all was said and done, the certainty (so often experienced, yet always new) that female charms, the kind that inflame the senses, are no more than kitchen smells: they tease you when you're hungry and disgust you when you've had your fill.

I was terrified as only grown men and women can be when they wake in the middle of the night and begin to realize, in the absolute silence and solitude all around them, that it is not only their dream that has woken them, that it is their whole way of life.