I had never spoken to her, except for a few casual words, and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

Every night as I gazed up at the window I said to myself softly the word paralysis. It had always sounded strangely in my ears, like the word gnomon in the Euc…

But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women.

Before you, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. And then you shot across the sky, like a meteor. Su…

Love alone was left, as a great image of a dream that was erased.

We loved, sir - used to meet: How sad and bad and mad it was - But then, how it was sweet!