Madame, All Stories, If Continued Far Enough,

For We Have Thought The Longer Thoughts And Gone The Shorter Way. And We Have Danced To Devils' Tunes, Shivering Home To Pray; To Serve One Master In The Night, Another In The Day.

Hombre, There Are Bodegas Open All Night Long.

I Was Always A Lonely Person When I Was With Everyone.

You Belong To Me And All Paris Belongs To Me And I Belong To This Notebook And This Pencil.

I’m Not Brave Any More Darling. I’m All Broken. They’ve Broken Me.