Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn't had an audience, and lines to speak?

Betrayal is beautiful.

There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.

Anyone who's never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn't know what pleasure is.

I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.

When we see life, we call it beautiful. When we see death, we call it ugly. But it is more beautiful still to see oneself living at great speed, right up to the moment of death.

Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.