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.

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

Soon he'll come in again and kiss me, but differently. He'll be different and so I'll be different. It'll be different. I thought, 'It'll be different, different. It must be different.

As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.’ She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.

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

I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.

Some must cry so that others may be able to laugh the more heartily. Sacrifices are necessary.