I Don't Believe That Happiness

(egypt) Is A Great Place For Contrasts: Splendid Things Gleam In The Dust.

She Would Have Liked Not To Be Alive, Or To Be Always Asleep.

And The More He Was Irritated By Her Basic Personality, The More He Was Drawn To Her By A Harsh, Bestial Sensuality, Illusions Of A Moment, Which Ended In Hate.

Abstraction Can Provide Stumbling Blocks For People Of Strange Intelligence.

Writing This Book I Am Like A Man Playing The Piano With Lead Balls Attached To His Knuckles.