Claudia... you've been a very very naughty little girl.

So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here...in my arms.

When you think night and day and every moment only of pleasing me, things will be very easy for you.

In the very depths of Hell, do not demons love one another?

I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.

... what I fear in writing is the safe decision.

That process by which you become a writer is a pretty lonely one. We don't have a group apprenticeship like a violinist might training for an orchestra.