Perversity is the muse of modern literature.
Death is unbearable unless you can get beyond the I.
You can always be quoted.
A man never forgets his body the way a woman does, because a man is pushing his body, a part of his body, forward, to make the act of love happen. He brings the jut of his body into the act of love, then takes it back, when it has had its way.
Depression is melancholy minus its charms - the animation, the fits.
A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world.