I suppose I shall marry eventually One does that, one drifts into stability

Murals in restaurants are on a par with the food in museums.

Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.

I suppose I shall marry eventually One does that, one drifts into stability

I write when I'm inspired, and I see to it that I'm inspired at nine o'clock every morning.

Life is a zoo in a jungle.