Love, even of the most ardent and soul-destroying kind, is never caught by the lens of the camera.

Love, even of the most ardent and soul-destroying kind, is never caught by the lens of the camera.

I had inadvertently walked through a door that I shouldn’t have gone through and couldn’t get back to the place I hadn’t meant to leave.

I am the cat that walks alone.

Because I actively enjoy sleeping, dreams, the unexplainable dialogues that take place in my head as I am drifting off, all that, I tell myself that lying down to an afternoon nap that goes on and on through eternity is not something to be concerned about. What spoils this pleasant fancy is the recollection that when people are dead they don't read books. This I find unbearable.

Happiness is the light on the water. The water is cold and dark and deep.

If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with the bird in its mouth.