Before Plato could describe love, the loved one had to be invented. We would never love anybody if we could see past our invention. Bosie is my creation, my poem. In the mirror of invention, love discovered itself.

Every age thinks it's the modern age, but this one really is. Electricity is going to change everything. Everything!

We drift down time, clutching at straws. But what good's a brick to a drowning man?

Hotel rooms inhabit a separate moral universe.

I would join Sisyphus in Hades and gladly push my boulder up the slope if only, each time it rolled back down, I were given a line of Aeschylus.

Childhood is Last Chance Gulch for happiness. After that, you know too much.

Carnal embrace is the practice of throwing one's arms around a side of beef.