Every Book Is The Wreck Of A

The Absolute Yearning Of One Human Body For Another Particular Body And Its Indifference To Substitutes Is One Of Life's Major Mysteries.

Love Is The Perception Of Individuals. Love Is The Extremely Difficult Realisation That Something Other Than Oneself Is Real.

Falling Out Of Love Is Chiefly A Matter Of Forgetting How Charming Someone Is.

Freedom Is Not Choosing; That Is Merely The Move That We Make When All Is Already Lost. Freedom Is Knowing And Understanding And Respecting Things Quite Other Than Ourselves.

Every Artist Is An Unhappy Lover. And Unhappy Lovers Want To Tell Their Story.