“I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.”

“How many Sundays – how many hundreds of Sundays like this – lay ahead of me? “Quiet, peaceful and lonely,” I said aloud to myself. On Sundays i didn't wind my spring.”

“I ought not to have listened to her,' he confided to me one day. 'One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace.”

“I set out to discover the why of it, and to transform my pleasure into knowledge.”

“I was hardly a fan of being berated like a child even on a good day, so seeing as how the last few days had pretty much buried the needle on the suckometer, my ability to quietly take my lumps was rapidly evaporating.”

“My love of pleasure seems to be the only consistent side of my character. Is it because I have not read enough?”