His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it. - Anaïs Nin

For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds...

Someone told me the delightful story of the crusader who put a chastity belt on his wife and gave the key to his best friend for safekeeping, in case of his death. He had ridden only a few miles away when his friend, riding hard, caught up with him, saying 'You gave me the wrong key!

One handles truths like dynamite. Literature is one vast hypocrisy, a giant deception, treachery. All writers have concealed more than they revealed. But paradoxically, we create fiction out of human concern for the victims of the revelations. This concern is at the root of literature.