She had given herself to the world in her entirety and then found nothing was left

Degredation is the subtlest drug$$$ the most insinuating. But they could do nothing to me I had not already imagined.

She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-mans land between life and death$$$ sleeping and waking.

For nothing is more boring than being forced to play.

You were the living image of the entire Platonic shadow show$$$ an illusion that could fill my emptiness with marvellous$$$ imaginary things as long as$$$ just as long as$$$ the movie lasted$$$ and then all would all vanish.

This lack of imagination gives his heroism to the hero.

Stars on our door$$$ stars in our eyes$$$ stars exploding in the bits of our brains where the common sense should have been.

Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!

The tiger will never lie down with the lamb; he acknowledges no pact that is not reciprocal. The lamb must learn to run with the tigers.

What is the holiness of conversation? It is to master death.