Every time I change the way I explain myself to myself, I have to rearrange the story of my life.
New York loves itself in an unkind and fanatical way.
A quick smile is more seductive than a slinky dress.
Ideas about life organize perception; names of emotions organize sensations; rules of syntax organize thought. But pain comes on its own.
Listening to people keeps them entertained.
Every representation, even of an orgy, is a sublimation.