What Keeps Me Going Is My Children.

How Strange That The World Should Change Because Of Words, And Words Change Because Of The World

Love Is A Kind Of Dementia With Very Precise And Oft-repeated Clinical Symptoms.

I Know You Have Not Thought About It. Italians Always Act Without Thinking, It's The Glory And The Downfall Of Your Civilisation. A German Plans A Month In Advance What His Bowel Movements Will Be At Easter, And The British Plan Everything In Retrospect, So It Always Looks As Though Everything Occurred As They Intended. The French Plan Everything Whilst Appearing To Be Having A Party, And The Spanish...well, God Knows. Anyway, Pelagia Is Greek, That's My Point.

[she] Knew That It Was Not Precisely A Body That One Loved. One Loved The Man Who Shone Out Through The Eyes And Used Its Mouth To Smile And Speak.

Your Lips Are Like Sugar And Your Cheeks An Apple Your Breasts Are Paradise And Your Body A Lily. O, To Kiss The Sugar To Bite The Apple To Reveal Paradise And Open The Lily.