Clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?

I know the next best thing is often the very best.

Gasping for breath, the body still battling for life.

Champagne does have one regular drawback: swilled as a regular thing a certain sourness settles in the tummy, and the result is permanent bad breath. Really incurable.

Still, when all is said, somewhere one must belong: even the soaring falcon returns to its master's wrist.

Then why does Kenneth Anger wear a picture locket on a chain around his neck? On one side of the locket there is a picture of you; on the other there is an image of a frog with an inscription: "Bobby Beausoleil changed into a frog by Kenneth Anger." A voodoo amulet, so to say.

If Francoise Sagan hadn't written a book called A Chateau in Sweden, I would certainly write a short story called A Chateau in Puerto Rico. And I may yet.