Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.

Coordinating there Events and objects with remote events And vanished objects. Making ornaments Of accidents and possibilities.

There is nothing in the world that I loathe more than group activity, that communal bath where the hairy and slippery mix in a multiplication of mediocrity.

I don't want an elderly gentleman from Vienna with an umbrella inflicting his dreams upon me.

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.

Humbert was perfectly capable of intercourse with Eve, but it was Lilith he longed for.

I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.