No one is exempt from grief.

I like to think Im a pretty good-natured guy and pretty civil and probably not ever truly guilty in any serious way of any legal infractions.

Well, the family always was bright, and brightness, as you know, decays brilliantly.

The more civilized we become, the more horrendous our entertainments.

They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field.

I mean, evil and boredom. Evil and ennui. Evil and the lack of stimulation. Evil and sluggish blood.

Sorrow has a name, and its name is loneliness. Sorrow has a shape, and its shape is absence. Sorrow is a sickness like any other.