The philosopher whose dealings are with divine order himself acquires the characteristics of order and divinity.

He who approaches the temple of the Muses without inspiration$$$ in the belief that craftsmanship alone suffices$$$ will remain a bungler and his presumptuous poetry will be obscured by the songs of the maniacs.

[On the virtuous man] "He combines the highest$$$ lowest and middle chords in complete harmony within himself."

I have done$$$ this year$$$ what I said I would: overcome my fear of facing a blank page day after day$$$ acknowledging myself$$$ in my deepest emotions$$$ a writer$$$ come what may.

I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent$$$ so I could respect him.

O love$$$ how did you get here?

Every woman adores a Fascist$$$<br>The boot in the face$$$ the brute<br>Brute heart of a brute like you.

The only reason I remembered this play was because it had a mad person in it$$$ and everything I had ever read about mad people stuck in my mind$$$ while everything else flew out.

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

I used to pray to recover you.