The body of Our Saviour shat but Our Saviour shat not.

I usually have poor to absent relations with editors because they have a habit of desiring changes and I resist changes.

I don't know myself, what to do, where to go... I lie in the crack of a book for my comfort... it's what the world offers... please leave me alone to dream as I fancy.

Freud thought that a psychosis was a waking dream, and that poets were daydreamers too, but I wonder if the reverse is not as often true, and that madness is a fiction lived in like a rented house

Blue is therefore most suitable as the color of interior life.

Only the slow reader will notice the odd crowd of images-flier, butcher, seal-which have gathered to comment on the aims and activities of the speeding reader, perhaps like gossips at a wedding.

it is discouraging to leave the past behind only to see it coming toward you like the thunderstorm which drenched you yesterday.