South Richmond was a neighborhood of mouse holes, lace curtains, Sears catalogs, measles epidemics, baloney sandwiches- and men who knew more about the carburetor than they knew about the clitoris.
Must look into the botanical background of substance known as hashish,” I jotted in my journal, writing by the light of candles that grew incessantly jewel-like even as protean wafts of incense approached my snout like platters of ripe fruits borne on the back of Nubian pages.
Was it wife soup and husband soup on the Other Side? Or was it simply soup?
If the earth needs night as well as day, wouldn’t it follow that the soul requires endarkenment to balance enlightenment?
The price of self-destiny is never cheap, and in certain situations it is unthinkable.
Is that what love is?” “I no longer know what love is. A week ago I had a lot of ideas. What love is and how to make it stay. Now that I’m in love, I haven’t a clue. Now that I’m in love, I’m completely stupid on the subject.
If you want your tree to produce plenty o’ fruit, you’ve got to cut it back from time to time. Same thing with your neural cells. Some people might call it brain damage. I call it prunin’.
Whether I’m unduly sensitive to this pain because I’m a princess – could the whole world be the pea under my mattress? – I don’t know, but because I’m a princess, I might be able to do something to help lessen humanity’s pain.
We entertain the immortals in order that they might be persuaded to help us recover the strength and unity stolen from us by death.
Wasn’t it made clear that civilization is not an end in itself but a theater or gymnasium in which the evolving individual finds facilities for practice?
If he’s like a lot of men, he’d rather be a murderer than a fool.
I’m an outlaw not a philosopher, but I know this much: there’s meaning in everything, all things are connected, and a good champagne is a drink.
Outlaws are not members of society. However, they may be important to society.
Nonetheless, the oyster, could it fancy, should fancy its excremental equipment a hot item, for what other among Creation’s crapping creatures can convert its bodily wastes into treasure?
We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
To achieve the impossible; it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought.
Employing women as my primary protagonists has allowed me to step outside of myself, to distance myself from my own personality, far more easily than were I to look at events from a masculine perspective.
Humanity has advanced, when it has advanced, not because it has been sober, responsible, and cautious, but because it has been playful, rebellious, and immature.
There are only two mantras, yum and yuck, mine is yum.
Madame Lily Devalier always asked “Where are you?” in a way that insinuated that there were only two places on earth one could be: New Orleans and somewhere ridiculous.