Who Can Say What Heartbreaks Are Caused

My Carmen," I Said (i Used To Call Her That Sometimes) "we Shall Leave This Raw Sore Town As Soon As You Get Out Of Bed." "... Because, Really," I Continued, "there Is No Point In Staying Here." "there Is No Point In Staying Anywhere," Said Lolita.

It Was Love At First Sight, At Last Sight, At Ever And Ever Sight.

All Great Novels Are Great Fairy Tales.

My Loathings Are Simple: Stupidity, Oppression, Crime, Cruelty, Soft Music.

In This Crazy Mirror Of Terror And Art A Pseudo-quotation Made Up Of Obscure Shakespeareanisms (chapter Three) Somehow Produces, Despite Its Lack Of Literal Meaning, The Blurred Diminutive Image Of The Acrobatic Performance That So Gloriously Supplies The Bravura Ending For The Next Chapter.