How did the senator know that children meant happiness? Could he see into their souls? What if the moment they were out of sight, three of them jumped the fourth and began beating him up?

At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love.

The sound of laughter is like the vaulted dome of a temple of happiness.

Beauty is a rebellion against time.

Forgive me," he went on. "For a long time I have had the peculiar habit of not arriving but appearing.

All great novels, all true novels, are bisexual.

The novel is a meditation on existence as seen through the medium of imaginary characters.