The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers
Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away,
The doors clap to, the pane is blind with showers.
Pass me the can, lad; there’s an end of May.

Forever isn’t long at all, Christopher, as long as I’m with you.

Psychoanalysis is a technique we practice at our cost; psychoanalysis degrades our risks, our dangers, our depths; it strips us of our impurities, of all that made us curious about ourselves.

Democracy: a festival of mediocrity.

A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.

I can say with some confidence that no matter how many obstacles and setbacks you encounter, it is your response that truly matters

Everything is mediated through the mind—translated, filtered, allegorized, twisted, even falsified by it. We are enveloped in a cloud of changing and endlessly shifting images

When you like a flower, you just pluck it. But when you love a flower, you water it daily.

I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood

I’ve long believed that good food, good eating, is all about risk. Whether we’re talking about unpasteurized Stilton, raw oysters or working for organized crime ‘associates,’ food, for me, has always been an adventure

I’m afraid to live any place but in expectation. I’m no life–risk.