..he understood far more deeply than anyone else the loneliness that lurked beneath his jaunty mask.

It is unfortunate for the gods that, unlike us, they cannot commit suicide.

I could have sworn that the man's eyes were no longer watching his daughter dying in agony, that instead the gorgeous colors of flames and the sight of a woman suffering in them were giving him joy beyond measure.

Isn't there someone kind enough to come strangle me in my sleep?

Chained inside the carriage is a sinful woman. When we set the carriage afire, her flesh will be roasted, her bones will be charred: she will die an agonizing death. Never again will you have such a perfect model for the screen. Do not fail to watch as her snow-white flesh erupts in flames. See and remember her long black hair dancing in a whirl of sparks!

I don't have the strength to keep writing this. To go on living with this feeling is painful beyond description. Isn't there someone kind enough to strangle me in my sleep?

I have heard unsavory rumors about you and the umbrella-maker's daughter