I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself.
Maybe that's what Hell is. You go mad. And all your demons come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.
The fact that I loved you was the greatest lie I have ever lived.
When I write something, every word of it is meant. I can't say it enough.
Because," she said, "that is what men would call it. They invented Satan, didn't they? Satanic is merely the name they give to the behavior of those who would disrupt the orderly way in which men want to live.
Perhaps I fear him because I could love him again, and in loving him, I would come to need him, and in needing him, I would again be his faithful pupil in all things, only to discover that his patience for me is no substitute for the passion which long ago blazed in his eyes.