The World Outside Had Its

The Dream Of All Men Is To Meet Little Sluts Who Are Innocent But Ready For All Forms Of Depravity—which Is What, More Or Less, All Teenage Girls Are.

An Entire Life Spent Reading Would Have Fulfilled My Every Desire; I Already Knew That At The Age Of Seven. The Texture Of The World Is Painful, Inadequate; Unalterable, Or So It Seems To Me. Really, I Believe That An Entire Life Spent Reading Would Have Suited Me Best. Such A Life Has Not Been Granted Me.

Without Beauty A Girl Is Unhappy Because She Has Missed Her Chance To Be Loved. People Do Not Jeer At Her, They Are Not Cruel To Her, But It Is As If She Were Invisible, No Eyes Follow Her As She Walks. People Feel Uncomfortable When They Are With Her. They Find It Easier To Ignore Her. A Girl Who Is Exceptionally Beautiful, On The Other Hand, Who Has Something Which Too Far Surpasses The Customary Seductive Freshness Of Adolescence, Appears Somehow Unreal. Great Beauty Seems Invariably To Portend Some Tragic Fate.

Tenderness Is A Deeper Instinct Than Seduction, Which Is Why It Is So Hard To Give Up Hope.

I Don't Like This World. I Definitely Do Not Like It. The Society In Which I Live Disgusts Me; Advertising Sickens Me; Computers Make Me Puke.