“All places where the French settled have corruption at their heart, a kind of soft, rotten glow, like the phosphorescence of decaying wood, that is oddly attractive.”
“I am wrapped round with phrases, like damp straw; I glow, phosphorescent.”
“We are living in a world where everything is false. The society is like bright paint applied on top of rotten wood.”
“Rooms don't change, ornaments stand where you place them: only the heart decays.”
“The woods decay, the woods decay and fall...”
“Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.”