He says his aim is poetry. One does not aim at poetry with pistols. At poets, perhaps.
The tragedy of journalism is that these are people doing their best work.
I love love. I love having a lover and being one. The insularity of passion. I love it. I love the way it blurs the distinction between everyone who isn't one's lover.
Life is a gamble, at terrible odds - if it was a bet you wouldn't take it.
There is no one so radical as a man-servant whose freedom of the champagne bin has been interfered with.
All your life you live so close to truth, it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye, and when something nudges it into outline it is like being ambushed by a grotesque.