An evil for these times destined to move through the world in handsome human guise.
Yes, I know," "And I love to hear you say it, Louis. I need to hear you say it. I don't think anyone will ever say it quite like you do. Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!
I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!
Keep your secrets Keep your silence It is a better gift than truth
Because I show you my pain, I do not of necessity love you.
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.