I Thought How Strange It Had Never

I Never Feel So Much Myself As When I'm In A Hot Bath.

What Did My Fingers Do Before They Held Him? What Did My Heart Do, With Its Love?

We Must Be Moving, Working, Making Dreams To Run Toward; The Poverty Of Life Without Dreams Is Too Horrible To Imagine.

I Do Not Love; I Do Not Love Anybody Except Myself. That Is A Rather Shocking Thing To Admit.

I Believe That One Should Be Able To Control And Manipulate Experiences, Even The Most Terrifying, Like Madness, Being Tortured...with An Informed And Intelligent Mind.