If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it.

Something in her brain that still remained calm told her that she was doing a very foolish thing indeed.

I've been so ridiculous all my life that a little bit more or a little bit less hardly matters now.

Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.

If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heaven. No more damned magic.

Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.

Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud - well down - and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like - like Rasputin.