Solitude: A Sweet Absence Of Looks.

This Was Exactly What The Girl Had Most Dreaded All Her Life And Had Scrupulously Avoided Until Now: Lovemaking Without Emotion Or Love. She Knew That She Had Crossed The Forbidden Boundary, But She Proceeded Across It Without Objections And As A Full Participant; Only Somewhere, Far Off In A Corner Of Her Consciousness, Did She Feel Horror At The Thought That She Had Never Known Such Pleasure, Never So Much Pleasure As At This Moment--beyond That Boundary.

I Feel A Frantic Desire To Free Myself. To Start All Over Again And In Another Way.

No Matter How Much We Scorn It, Kitsch Is An Integral Part Of The Human Condition.

Seeing Is Limited By Two Borders: Strong Light, Which Blinds, And Total Darkness.

Listening To A News Broadcast Is Like Smoking A Cigarette And Crushing The Butt In The Ashtray.