The beloved is the ultimate fetish.
Dancing and running shake up the chemistry of happiness.
I was once in love with books. Now they go their way and I go mine.
Modernized by tin roofs and T-shirts, Third World poverty is no longer picturesque.
When poets go off the boil, they sound like bumble bees; when critics do, they sound like sewing machines.
I feel affluent or not according to what part of town I am in.