Nicole's World Had Fallen To Pieces, But

Later She Remembered All The Hours Of The Afternoon As Happy -- One Of Those Uneventful Times That Seem At The Moment Only A Link Between Past And Future Pleasure, But Turn Out To Have Been The Pleasure Itself.

She Saw Something Awful In The Very Simplicity She Failed To Understand.

I Don't Want To Repeat My Innocence. I Want The Pleasure Of Losing It Again.

Art Isn't Meaningless... It Is In Itself. It Isn't In That It Tries To Make Life Less So.

Beauty Means The Scent Of Roses And Then The Death Of Roses