My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived.

Interpreting the dance: young women in white dancing in a ring can only be virgins; old women in black dancing in a ring can only be witches; but middle-aged women in colors, square dancing...?

Virtue sometimes pretends. Vice is always sincere.

The suburbs: signs of life, but no proofs.

Sex is not imaginary, but it is not quite real either.

First literature came to refer only to itself, the literary theory.

Inevitably, almost everything we say is either quotation or paraphrase.