Every Gesture Is A Revolutionary Act.

If After I Die, People Want To Write My Biography, There Is Nothing Simpler. They Only Need Two Dates: The Date Of My Birth And The Date Of My Death. Between One And Another, Every Day Is Mine.

Never Read A Book To The End, Nor Even In Sequence And Without Skipping.

When One Of My Japanese Teacups Is Broken, I Imagine That The Real Cause Was Not The Careless Hand Of A Maid But The Anxieties Of The Figures Inhabiting The Curves Of That Porcelain. Their Grim Decision To Commit Suicide Doesn't Shock Me: They Used The Maid As One Of Us Might Use A Gun.

Wise Is He Who Enjoys The Show Offered By The World.

Oh Salty Sea, How Much Of Your Salt Is Tears From Portugal?