I wish we could spend July by the sea, browning ourselves and feeling water-weighted hair flow behind us from a dive. I wish our gravest concerns were the summer gnats. I wish we were hungry for hot dogs and dopes, and it would be nice to smell the starch of summer linens and the faint odor of talc in blistering summer bath houses ... We could lie in long citoneuse beams of the five o'clock sun on the plage at Juan-les-Pins and hear the sound of the drum and piano being scooped out to sea by the waves.

A vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it.

I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.

isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate?

By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future.

I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.

It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.