The pleasure of being in crowds is a mysterious expression of sensual joy in the multiplication of Number

I set out to discover the why of it, and to transform my pleasure into knowledge.

I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.

What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.

Crowds without company, and dissipation without pleasure.

The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen.