Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.

The first time that she spread her legs for him it had been like opening her jaws for the dentist.

I'll never write another novel on an electric typewriter. I'd rather use a sharp stick and a little pile of dogshit.

Any half-awake materialist well knows - that which you hold holds you.

And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an ev…

Starved for affection, terrified of abandonment, I began to wonder if sex was really just an excuse to look deeply into another human being's eyes.

I guess I'm pretty much of a lone wolf. I don't say I don't like people at all but, to tell you the truth I only like it then if I have a chance to look deep i…