When I Think About It,

If All Good, Respectable People Had One Face, I'd Spit In It.

Not That She Objected To Solitude. Quite The Contrary. She Had Books, Thank Heaven, Quantities Of Books. All Sorts Of Books.

I Like Shape Very Much. A Novel Has To Have Shape, And Life Doesn't Have Any.

If She Says Goodbye Perhaps Adieu. Adieu - Like Those Old Time Songs She Sang. Always Adieu (and All Songs Say It). If She Too Says It, Or Weeps, I'll Take Her In My Arms, My Lunatic. She's Mad But Mine, Mine. What Will I Care For Gods Or Devils Or For Fate Itself. If She Smiles Or Weeps Or Both. For Me.

If I Was Bound For Hell, Let It Be Hell. No More False Heaven. No More Damned Magic.