CHEVALAMANT

“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”

“There is a want from which you cannot right yourself, a kind of mouth which unmakes you, robs your no; the way, in the heat, you lie to yourself, say you are fine, forget the wave until it finds you, wrecks you, wastes you, woman on the sidewalk: you are blood-slack, heaving.”

An arbor of wisteria offers shade and fragrance to a terrace garden. An arrangement of rock crystals creates decorative interest.