There are always reasons for murdering a man. But there is no justification for his existence.
Great ideas come into the world as gently as doves.
Over there, in Europe, all was shame and anger. Here it was exile or solitude, among these languid and agitated madmen who danced in order to die.
The soul of a murderer is blind
Men cry because things are not what they ought to be.
...there was only one thing that interested her and that was getting into bed with men whenever she'd the chance. And I warned her straight. 'You'll be sorry one day, my girl, and wish you'd got me back'.