All Great Deeds And All Great Thoughts

... Habit Starts At The Second Crime. At The First One, Something Is Ending.

I Opened Myself To The Gentle Indifference Of The World.

Thoughts Of Suicide Have Got Me Through Many A Bad Night.

It Is Necessary To Fall In Love... If Only To Provide An Alibi For All The Random Despair You Are Going To Feel Anyway.

Maybe She Had Become Tired Of Being The Girlfriend Of A Condemned Man. It Also Occured To Me That Maybe She Was Sick, Or Dead. These Things Happen. [...] Anyway, After That, Remembering Marie Meant Nothing To Me. That Seemed Perfectly Normal To Me, Since I Understood Very Well That People Would Forget Me When I Was Dead.