I Think She Always Nursed

Curiosity Is Insubordination In Its Purest Form.

Between The Age Limits Of Nine And Fourteen There Occur Maidens Who, To Certain Bewitched Travelers, Twice Or Many Times Older Than They, Reveal Their True Nature Which Is Not Human, But Nymphic (that Is, Demoniac); And These Chosen Creatures I Propose To Designate As Nymphets.

Life Is Just One Small Piece Of Light Between Two Eternal Darknesses.

There Is Only One Real Number: One. And Love, Apparently, Is The Best Exponent Of This Singularity.

I Talk In A Daze, I Walk In A Maze I Cannot Get Out, Said The Starling