A fairy tale is the kind of story in which one king goes to another king to borrow a cup of sugar.
The touch of her hand filled me with a wild loneliness.
Swahili storytellers believe that women are incorrigibly wicked, diabolically cunning and sexually insatiable; I hope this is true, for the sake of the women.
I’ve changed a lot since 1969, and so has the world; I’m more benign, the world is far bleaker, and the people in would now be edging nervously up to the middle age they thought could never happen, t...
The enchantment of that bright, sad, pretty place enveloped her and she found that, against all her expectations, she was happy there.
Nothing exercises such power over the imagination as the nature of sexual relationships, and the pornographer has it in his power to become a terrorist of the imagination, a sexual guerilla whose purp...
Necessary connections are fabulous beasts.
A young girl would go into the wood as trustingly as Red Riding Hood to her granny's house but this light admits no ambiguities and, here, she will be trapped in her own illusion because everything in...
What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many?
[...] he had examined the world by the light of the intellect alone and had seen a totally different construction from that which the senses see by the light of reason.
When he combs his hair that is the colour of dead leaves, dead leaves fall out of it; they rustle and drift to the ground as though he were a tree and he can stand as still as a tree, when he wants th...
Snowlight, moonlight, a confusion of paw-prints.
It doesn't matter if what happens next spoils everything; the anticipation itself is always pure.
I am the lady of the castle. My name is exile. My name is anguish. My name is longing. Far from the world on the windy crests of the mountain, I am kept in absolute seclusion, my time passes in an end...
His skin covers me entirely; we are like two halves of a seed, enclosed in the same integument. I should like to grow enormously small, so that you could swallow me, like those queens in fairy tales w...
Herşeye karşın onun kişiliğinde hâlâ eksik kalmış birşeyler vardı. Mobilyalı olarak kiraya verilmiş bir eve benziyordu. [sf 11]
Evil is usually attractive, because evil is defiant.
And the light, I must apologise for the lack of light... a hereditary affliction of the eyes…
Their reflections merged together, rippling on the dark surface of the mirror that recorded only the intermittent pale blurs of their faces and the gracious, rocking-chair, three-hour rhythm of their...
The one-eyed man will be King in the country of the blind only if he arrives there in full possession of his partial faculties -- that is, providing he is perfectly aware of the precise nature of sigh...