People can be lovers and enemies at the same time$$$ you know.
Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.
What I hate I love. Ask the crucified hand that holds the nail that now is driven into itself$$$ why.
The average man is hooked to his fellow men$$$ while the warrior is hooked only to infinity.
A young girl would go into the wood as trustingly as Red Riding Hood to her granny's house but this light admits no ambiguities and$$$ here$$$ she will be trapped in her own illusion because everything in the woods is exactly as it seems.
The end of exile is the end of being.
Curiosity is the most fleeting of pleasures; the moment is satisfied$$$ it ceases to exist and it always proves very$$$ very expensive.
Abandoned lovers were often lured into the false embrace of faithless mistresses and this caused the Minister the gravest concern for he feared that one day a man would impregnate an illusion and then a generation of half-breed ghosts would befoul the city
A mother is always a mother$$$ since a mother is a biological fact$$$ whilst a father is a movable feast.
I had the brief notion that his heart$$$ pressed flat as a flower$$$ crimson and thin as tissue paper$$$ lay in this file. It was a very thin one.