A squalid phantasmagoria of breath

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.

They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.

Baltimore is warm but pleasant... I belong here, where everything is civilized and gay and rotted and polite.

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

Strange children should smile at each other and say, "Let's play.

he was figuratively following along beside her as she walked the fence, ready to catch her if she should fall.