Love's Never A Fair Trade.

We All Know That A Book Is Not Really A Person. It Isn’t A Human Being. But If You Are A Lover Of Books As Books – As Objects, That Is – And Ignore The Human Element In Them – That Is, Their Voices – You Will Be Committing An Error Of The Soul, Because You Will Be An Idolator, Or Else A Fetishist.

I Knew What Love Was Supposed To Be: Obsession With Undertones Of Nausea.

Madness Is Only An Amplification Of What You Already Are.

You Can't Keep A Cool Head When You're Drowning In Love. You Just Trash Around A Lot And Scream, And Wear Yourself Out.

It's Clear, It's Fresh, Like A Mint Candy.