Sensuality takes planning and work.
Victorian sorrow: the stars are winking in the sky, but not for us.
There are different rules for reading, for thinking, and for talking. Writing blends all three of them.
When love ends, we cry out against destiny. When friendship ends, we cry out against our friend.
Every literary critic believes he will outwit history and have the last word.
Oblivion waits without beckoning or threatening.