The chromatic scale is what you use to give the effect of drinking a quinine martini and having an enema simultaneously.
And the case of butterflies so rich it looks As if all summer settled there and died.
I think that at the bottom of all art lies the impulse to preserve.
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
What will survive of us is love.
Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.