Life Is The Sum Of Your Choices.

There Is Nothing Abstract About Pain. It Is Specific, It Is Real, And, When It Is Intense, It Is World Destroying.

Great Feelings Take With Them Their Own Universe, Splendid Or Abject.

Crime Too Is A Form Of Solitude, Even If One Thousand Get Together To Commit It. And It Is Right For Me To Die Alone, After Having Lived And Killed Alone.

The Struggle To The Top Alone Will Make A Human Heart Swell.

Truth And Freedom, Having Few Lovers, Are Demanding Mistresses.