“Poetry is no more a narcotic than a stimulant; it is a universal bittersweet mixture for all possible household emergencies and its action varies accordingly as it is taken in a wineglass or a tablespoon, inhaled, gargled or rubbed on the chest by hard fingers covered with rings.”
“With nothing more than thin spandex covering my chest, even the blind would notice that my nipples were so hard, they could cut glass”
“Travel is no more than a relatively healthy form of narcotic, after all.”
“Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.”
“But it's possible to love more than one person at a time, Bella. I've seen it in action.”
“Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and varied than our subsequent explanations of them.”