The vague torment of ... ambition.
The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.
She might have liked to try to strangle him with those slender fingers of hers, but she wanted to make a job of it and this great patience with which she waited for her claws to grow was in itself a form of enjoyment.