“Huddled around the fire of the alphabet...”

“After sex, after coffee, after everything there is to be said --The hovering and beautiful alphabet as we form our first words after making love.And somehow I'm still alive.”

“How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at the same time bid me farewell. That is what real love is.”

“As if thought were not our most passionate, our most ardent aspect.”

“I believe in books.”

“One loves art more than life; it's better than life, don't you think, Ali? It doesn't disappoint so," she sighed. "It's not so frightening," she said, her eyes filled with terror.”

“You think an essay should have a hypothesis, a conclusion, should argue points. You really do bore me.”