Destiny And History Are Untidy.

There's Something Evil In Me That Loves Evil And Degradation--purity's Black Backside! That Loves Honesty With A Horrid Love; Or Why Have I Always Gone Seeking It At The Liar's Door?

I Have A Narrative, But You Will Be Put To It To Find It.

To Love Without Criticism Is To Be Betrayed.

One Must Not Look Inward Too Much, While The Inside Is Yet Tender. I Do Not Wish To Frighten Myself Until I Can Stand It.

Destiny And History Are Untidy.