“love is blindand lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit”

“It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing – I loved her truly, madly, deeply!”

“Like a sculptor, if necessary,carve a friend out of stone.Realize that your inner sight is blindand try to see a treasure in everyone.”

“Metafiction is untrue, as a lover. It cannot betray. It can only reveal. Itself is the only object. It's the act of a lonely solipsist's self-love, a night-light on the black fifth wall of being a subject, a face in a crowd. It's lovers not being lovers. Kissing their own spine. Fucking themselves. True, there are some gifted old contortionists out there. Ambrose and Robbe-Grillet and McElroy and Barthelme can fuck themselves awfully well.”

“In springtime, the only pretty ring timeBirds sing, hey dingA-ding, a-dingSweet lovers love the spring—”

“In fact one is tempted to ask whether there is a single man left ready, for once, to commit an outrageous folly.”