All my stories are webs of style and none seems at first blush to contain much kinetic matter.

All great novels are great fairy tales.

A cluster of stars palely glowed above us, between the silhouettes of long thin leaves; that vibrant sky seemed as naked as she was under her light frock. I saw her face in the sky, strangely distinct, as if it emitted a faint radiance of its own.

Just like a man grieving because he has recently lost in his dreams some thing that he had never had in reality, or hoping that tomorrow he would dream that he found it again. That is how mathematics is created; it has its fatal flaw.

I always call him Lewis Carroll Carroll, because he was the first Humbert Humbert.

The thought, when written down, becomes less oppressive, but some thoughts are like a cancerous tumor: you express is, you excise it, and it grows back worse than before.

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