Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.

There are some varieties of fiction that I never touch - mystery stories, for instance, which I abhor, and historical novels. I also detest the so-called "powerful" novel - full of commonplace obscenities and torrents of dialog.

The evolution of sense is, in a sense, the evolution of nonsense.

Man exists only insofar as he is separated from his surroundings. The cranium is a space-traveler's helmet. Stay inside or you perish.

There he stood, in the camouflage of sun and shade, disfigured by them and masked by his own nakedness.

The tiny madman in his padded cell.

But in my arms she was always Lolita.