I'd Rather Have Cancer Than

The Quietness Of His Tone Italicized The Malice Of His Reply.

I Want To Still Be Me When I Wake Up One Fine Morning And Have Breakfast At Tiffany´s.

They Can Romanticize Us So, Mirrors, And That Is Their Secret: What A Subtle Torture It Would Be To Destroy All The Mirrors In The World: Where Then Could We Look For Reassurance Of Our Identities?

I Couldn't Understand A Sense Of Unease That Multiplied Until I Could Hear My Heart Beating.

Most Contemporary Novelists, Especially The American And The French, Are Too Subjective, Mesmerized By Private Demons; Theyre Enraptured By Their Navels And Confined By A View That Ends With Their Own Toes.