It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.

She was happy, and perfectly in line with the tradition of those women they used to call "ruined," "fallen," feckless, bitches in heat, ravished dolls, sweet sluts, instant princesses, hot numbers, great lays, succulent morsels, everybody's darlings . . .

Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.

They spent their time doing nothing... they let intimacy fuse them.

Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it's also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.

Prisons! Prisons! Prisons, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible since they are the crossroads of all the malediction in the world. One cannot commit evil in evil.

In order to weep, I had descended to the realm of the dead themselves, to their secret chambers, led by the invisible but soft hands of birds down stairways which were folded up again as I advanced. I displayed my grief in the friendly fields of death, far from men: within myself.