Novels are longer than life.

What makes bad writers so annoying is their good passages.

Why grab possessions like thieves, or divide them like socialists when you can ignore them like wise men?

Might I be the one I am looking for?

albinos aren't reproached for having pink eyes and whitish hair, why should they hold it again me for being a lesbian? It's a question of nature: my queerness isn't a vice, isn't 'deliberate,' and harms no one.

There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.

My only books were women's looks.