Killing is like riding, you see. One never really loses the knack.
Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; hell is obsession with a voice, a face, a name.
None of us can choose where we shall love.
All beauty must have its imperfections, all happiness its share of sorrow.
I had reached up and pulled the castle of dreams down around him.
Happiness is like the first blissful intoxication of morphine.It doesn't last very long.