I mean that gods do not limit men. Men limit men.

Now that I'm in love, I haven't a clue. Now that I'm in love, I'm completely stupid on the subject.

As any car freak will tell you, the old models are the most beautiful, even if they aren't the most efficient. People who sacrifice beauty for efficiency get what they deserve.

The beet is the most intense of vegetables. The radish, admittedly, is more feverish, but the fire of the radish is a cold fire, the fire of discontent, not of passion. Tomatoes are lusty enough, yet there runs through tomatoes an undercurrent of frivolity. Beets are deadly serious.

This is the room where Jezebel frescoed her eyelids with history's tragic glitter

There is a similarity between juggling and composing on the typewriter. The trick is, when you spill something, make it look like a part of the act.

Dip a slice of bread in batter. That's September: yellow, gold, soft and sticky. Fry the bread. Now you have October: chewier, drier, streaked with browns. The day in question fell somewhere in the middle of the french toast process.