I Will Not Adjust Myself To The

He Understands My Pity For His Ridiculous, Humiliating Physical Necessity.

I Know No Joy As Great As A Moment Of Rushing Into A New Love, No Ecstasy Like That Of A New Love.

I Hate Rarely, Though When I Hate, I Hate Murderously.

The Role Of A Writer Is Not To Say What We All Can Say, But What We Are Unable To Say.

What You Burnt, Broke, And Tore Is Still In My Hands. I Am The Keeper Of Fragile Things And I Have Kept Of You What Is Indissoluble.