To Withhold From Living Is To Die

Those Who Cannot Live Fully Often Become Destroyers Of Life.

He Has, Like Me, A Sense Of Smell. I Let Him Inhale Me, Then I Slip Away.

I Have Seen Romanticism Outlast The Realistic. I Have Seen Men Forget The Beautiful Women They Have Possessed, Forget The Prostitutes, And Remember The First Woman They Idolized, The Woman They Could Never Have. The Woman Who Aroused Them Romantically Holds Them.

I Will Always Be The Virgin-prostitute, The Perverse Angel, The Two-faced Sinister And Saintly Woman.

The Unconscious Can Become Destructive If It Is Disregarded And Thwarted.