Female murderers get sheaves of offers of marriage.
An idea that no one believes can not be proved too often.
I want to be all used up when I die.
Stimulate the phagocytes.
I feel nothing but the accursed happiness I have dreaded all my life long: the happiness that comes as life goes, the happiness of yielding and dreaming instead of resisting and doing, the sweetness of the fruit that is going rotten.
We educate one another; and we cannot do this if half of us consider the other half not good enough to talk to.