Questions arose. Like$$$ what in the fuck was going on here$$$ basically.

Do not say a little in many words$$$ but a great deal in few!

Depression still kept guard on him$$$ and chased after him like a shadow - or like a faithful wife.

They're in love. Fuck the war.

We've got to have forbidden fruit$$$<br/>Or Edens joys for us are moot.

I am a strong believer in the tyranny$$$ the dictatorship$$$ the absolute authority of the writer.

Our desires cut across one another$$$ and in this confused existence it is rare for happiness to coincide with the desire that clamoured for it.

I'd rather be a rising ape than a falling angel.

It's not worth doing something unless someone$$$ somewhere$$$ would much rather you weren't doing it.

Something that is yours forever is never precious