But The Disparaging Of Those We Love

She Would Have Liked Not To Be Alive, Or To Be Always Asleep.

Doubt … Is An Illness That Comes From Knowledge And Leads To Madness.

It Is Splendid To Be A Great Writer, To Put Men Into The Frying Pan Of Your Words And Make Them Pop Like Chestnuts.

And The More He Was Irritated By Her Basic Personality, The More He Was Drawn To Her By A Harsh, Bestial Sensuality, Illusions Of A Moment, Which Ended In Hate.

The Deplorable Mania Of Doubt Exhausts Me. I Doubt About Everything, Even My Doubts.