Coming to my senses...

When you make love to a beautiful woman you get revenge for all the things that defeated you in life.

He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of living each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs.

I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot, blind earth.

My father warned me about men and booze, but he never mentioned a word about women and cocaine.

Man is free; yet we must not suppose that he is at liberty to do everything he pleases, for he becomes a slave the moment he allows his actions to be ruled by passion.

Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are right now. We will never be here again.

Any asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.