As always, I am saved by the inability of living creatures to believe anything that might cause the walls of their little mental assumptions to crumble.

In the end, I wonder if the true movement of the world might not be a voice raised in song.

What is an aristocrat? A woman who is never sullied by vulgarity, although she may be surrounded by it.

Sashimi is velvet dust, verging on silk, or a bit of both, and the extraordinary alchemy of its gossamer essence allows it to preserve a milky density unknown even by clouds.... my cheeks recalled the effects of its profound caress.

shocked to realize how much vitality is required simply to support our primitive requirements, we wonder, bewildered, where Art fits in.

I am going to die, but that is of no importance.

Humans live in a world where the weak are dominant. This is a terrible insult to our animal nature, a sort of perversion or a deep contradiction.