The Taste For Pleasure Attaches Us To

A Man Who Drinks Only Water Has A Secret To Hide From His Fellow Men.

I Love The Clouds... The Clouds That Pass By... Over There... Over There... Those Lovely Clouds!

The Son Will Run Away From The Family Not At Eighteen But At Twelve, Emancipated By His Gluttonous Precocity; He Will Fly Not To Seek Heroic Adventures, Not To Deliver A Beautiful Prisoner From A Tower, Not To Immortalize A Garret With Sublime Thoughts, But To Found A Business, To Enrich Himself And To Compete With His Infamous Papa.

Two Fundamental Literary Qualities: Supernaturalism And Irony.

The Act Of Love Strongly Resembles Torture Or Surgery.