Talent shuffles the deck. Genius brings a new deck.
Hatred of the mother is familiar, but the mother's hatred still comes as a surprise.
My mind no longer has romantic abysses, but has become shallow, with many little gaps and cracks.
The parade was here, but it disappeared around a corner.
Unlike other vices, cruelty, alas, is never boring.
The aim of literary ambition is to demonstrate one's greatness of soul.