Betrayal Is Beautiful.

Anyone Who Hasn't Experienced The Ecstasy Of Betrayal Knows Nothing About Ecstasy At All.

Every Premeditated Murder Is Always Governed By A Preparatory Ceremonial And Is Always Followed By A Propitiatory Ceremonial. The Meaning Of Both Eludes The Murderers Mind.

Poetry Is The Break (or Rather The Meeting At The Breaking Point) Between The Visible And The Invisible.

On Him, Under Him, With His Mouth Pressed To Hers, He Sang To Her Uncouth Songs That Moved Through Her Body.

What We Need Is Hatred. From It Our Ideas Are Born.