You're Obliged To Pretend Respect

You're Obliged To Pretend Respect For People And Institutions You Think Absurd. You Live Attached In A Cowardly Fashion To Moral And Social Conventions You Despise, Condemn, And Know Lack All Foundation.

While I Was An Honorable Man In Her Eyes, She Did Not Love Me. But The Minute She Understood What I Was, When She Breathed The True And Foul Odor Of My Soul, Love Was Born In Her – For She Does Love Me! Well, Well! There Is Nothing Real, Then, Except Evil.

There Is A Diabolical Streak In Me, A Troublesome And Inexplicable Perversity.

Murder Is Born Of Love, And Love Attains The Greatest Intensity In Murder.

Solitude Does Not Consist In Living Alone; It Consists In Living With Others, With People Who Take No Interest In You.