'The story ends. It was written for several reasons. Nine of them are secrets. The tenth is that one should never cease considering human love, which remains as grisly and golden as ever, no matter what is tattooed upon the warm tympanic page.'

"Two years on and I still find myself writing about that albatross. Two years on and I still find myself when I'm writing about that albatross."

'I'm not as handsome as my brother, but I've been lucky with disease'

 

 'Whatever it is, it's the jazz of the party.'