But the people I found$$$ the people I was attracted to were not unlike myself. They were trying to find order in their world$$$ looking for the centre..

More than England to the British West Indian or even Holland to the Surinamer$$$ France is the mother country to the Martiniquan.

How ridiculous were the attentions the weak paid one another in the shadow of the strong!

Human thought$$$ flying on the trapezes of the star-filled universe$$$ with mathematics stretched beneath$$$ was like an acrobat working with a net but suddenly noticing that in reality there is no net.

I have the European urge to use my feet when a drive can be dispensed with.

One opal cloudlet in an oval form reflects the rainbow of a thunderstorm which in a distant valley has been staged for we are most artistically caged.

Even while writing his book$$$ he had become painfully aware how little he knew his own planet while attempting to piece together another one from jagged bits filched from deranged brains.

And the most poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side$$$ but the absence of her voice from the chorus.

All the information I have about myself is from forged documents.

The summer night was starless and stirless$$$ with distant spasms of silent lightning.