purple does something strange to me
It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.
Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.
And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.
You have to die a few times before you can really live.
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.