Betrayal Is Beautiful.

I Decided To Be What Crime Made Of Me.

Betrayal Is Beautiful.

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

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

Men Endowed With A Wild Imagination Should Have, In Addition, The Great Poetic Faculty Of Denying Our Universe And Its Values So That They May Act Upon It With Sovereign Ease.