Amory: I Love You. Rosalind: I Love

A Squalid Phantasmagoria Of Breath

I Have Never Wished There Was A God To Call On- I Have Often Wished There Was A God To Thank.

Baltimore Is Warm But Pleasant... I Belong Here, Where Everything Is Civilized And Gay And Rotted And Polite.

Why Shouldn't He? All Life Is Just A Progression Toward And Then A Recession From One Phrase-- 'i Love You

He Had No Plans, No Definite Intentions, Except To Kiss Her Lips Again, To Hold Her In His Arms.