Jealousy Knows More Than Truth Does.

There Is Always Something Left To Love.

My Most Important Problem Was Destroying The Lines Of Demarcation That Separate What Seems Real From What Seems Fantastic.

Between The Covers Of The Books That No One Had Ever Read Again, In The Old Parchments Damaged By Dampness, A Livid Flower Had Prospered, And In The Air That Had Been The Purest And Brightest In The House An Unbearable Smell Of Rotten Memories Floated.

I Don't Believe In God, But I'm Afraid Of Him.

The Weak Would Never Enter The Kingdom Of Love.