It is strange how a memory will grow into a wax figure, how the cherub grows suspiciously prettier as its frame darkens with age-strange, strange are the mishaps of memory.

Although we read with our minds, the seat of artistic delight is between the shoulder blades. That little shiver behind is quite certainly the highest form of emotion that humanity has attained when evolving pure art and pure science. Let us worship the spine and its tingle.

I adore you, mon petit, and would never allow him to hurt you, no matter how gently or madly.

Stirless, I stand at the window, and in the black bowl of the sky glows like a golden drop of honey the mellow moon

His wings were failing, but he refused to fall without a struggle.

If he failed the first time he took his driver's licence test, it was mainly because he started an argument with the examiner in an ill-timed effort to prove that nothing could be more humiliating to a rational creature than being required to encourage the development of a base conditional reflex by stopping at a red light when there was not an earthly soul around, heeled or wheeled. He was more circumspect the next time, and passed.

Turning one's novel into a movie script is rather like making a series of sketches for a painting that has long ago been finished and framed.