It is always fatal to have music or poetry interrupted.

Who doesn't know anything$$$ has to believe everything.

When You Cease To Exist$$$ Then Who Will You Blame?

My memory of men is never lit up and illuminated like my memory of women.

Don't be afraid anymore. Not of anyone. Not of anything. Nothing. Ever again. Listen to me: not ever again.

I force myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.

Any one war seems rooted in its antecedents.

A gentleman will not insult me$$$ and no man not a gentleman can insult me.

The formula two and two make five is not without its attractions.

If I want a long boring story with no point to it$$$ I have my life.