Sometimes I don't know whether Zelda and I are real or just characters in one of my novels.

“But it was too late. He had angered Providence by resisting too many temptation…”

“We walked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware of ou…”

“It was a grey day, that least fleshly of all weathers; a day of dreams and far …”

“And she wanted for a moment to hold and devour him, wanted his mouth, his ears,…”