Violence Is A Calm That Disturbs You.

My Heart's In My Hand, And My Hand Is Pierced, And My Hand's In The Bag, And The Bag Is Shut, And My Heart Is Caught.

I Give The Name Violence To A Boldness Lying Idle And Enamored Of Danger.

Love Makes Use Of The Worst Traps. The Least Noble. The Rarest. It Exploits Coincidence.

Erotic Play Discloses A Nameless World Which Is Revealed By The Nocturnal Language Of Lovers. Such Language Is Not Written Down. It Is Whispered Into The Ear At Night In A Hoarse Voice. At Dawn It Is Forgotten.

One Can Hear All That's Going On In The Street. Which Means That From The Street One Can Hear What's Going On In This House.