SEX is designed for people who like overcoming obstacles.
Death: the anaesthetic from which none come round.
I listen to money singing, it's like looking down from long French windows at a provincial town. The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad in the evening sun. It is intensely sad.
In everyone there sleeps a sense of life lived according to love.
Novels seem to me to be richer, broader, deeper, more enjoyable than poems.
Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, and don't have any kids yourself.