The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment.

I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll's body. Sickness begins here; I am a dartboard for witches.

A man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly.

To annihilate the world by annihilation of oneself is the deluded height of desperate egoism.

Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.