For A Good Man Fame Is Always

I Hate You, God. I Hate You As Though You Actually Exist.

I Say That Home Is Where There Is A Chair And A Glass.

I Refused To Believe That Love Could Take Any Other Form Than Mine: I Measured Love By The Extent Of My Jealousy, And By That Standard Of Course She Could Not Love Me At All.

...every Monologue Sooner Or Later Becomes A Discussion.

There Is Always One Moment In Childhood When The Door Opens And Lets The Future In.