Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.

To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute.

Satire is a lesson, parody is a game.

Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.

...for the human brain can become the best torture house of all those it has invented, established and used in a millions of years, in millions of lands, on millions of howling creatures.

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

The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expectancy which can make idleness so enchanting.