I Was Jealous; Therefore I Loved.

My Mistake Was In Ever Opening The Books.

But I Am I. And I Won't Subordinate My Taste To The Unanimous Judgment Of Mankind

Alcohol Tells Truth, But Its Truth Is Not Normal.

He Was A Silent Fury Who No Torment Could Tame.

They Were Not Half Living, Or Quarter Living. They Were Simply So Many Bags Of Bones In Which Sparks Of Life Fluttered Faintly.