No Temptation Can Ever Be

A Happy Childhood Is Poor Preparation For Human Contacts.

Voluptuaries, Consumed By Their Senses, Always Begin By Flinging Themselves With A Great Display Of Frenzy Into An Abyss. But They Survive, They Come To The Surface Again. And They Develop A Routine Of The Abyss: It's Four O Clock. At Five I Have My Abyss.

I Went To Collect The Few Personal Belongings Which...i Held To Be Invaluable: My Cat, My Resolve To Travel, And My Solitude.

When She Raises Her Eyelids It's As If She Were Taking Off All Her Clothes.

I Want Nothing From Love, In Short, But Love.