You donโt know what a trial it is to be โlike me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.
Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.
It takes a genius to whine appealingly.
I want to die violently instead of fading out sentimentally.
In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.