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In Our Age, If A Boy Or Girl Is Untalented, The Odds Are In Favor Of Their Thinking They Want To Write.

Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And Death.

Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My Joy.

I Have Gone Into The Waste Lonely Places

What Is Desire?-- The Impulse To Make Someone Else Complete? That Woman Would Set Sodden Straw On Fire.