Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read him again, and he will talk to me, not being dead, or gone. Is that life after death — mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring? Maybe. I do not know.

I hate Technicolor. Everybody in a Technicolor movie seems to feel obliged to wear a lurid costume in each new scene and to stand around like a clotheshorse with a lot of very green trees or very yellow wheat or very blue ocean rolling away for miles and miles in every direction.

Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.

A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals.

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it.

I started adding up all the things I couldn't do.