Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.

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

Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.

Ada girl, adored girl, [...] I'm a radiant void. I'm convalescing after a long and dreadful illness. You cried over my unseemly scar, but now life is going to be nothing but love and laughter, and corn in cans. I cannot brood over broken hearts, mine is too recently mended.

Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational words.

As to the rest, I am no more guilty of imitating 'real life' than'real life' is responsible for plagiarizing me.

My Carmen," I said (I used to call her that sometimes) "we shall leave this raw sore town as soon as you get out of bed." "... Because, really," I continued, "there is no point in staying here." "There is no point in staying anywhere," said Lolita.