All religions are based on obsolete terminology.

I have never seen a more lucid, more lonely, better balanced mad mind than mine.

We loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives.

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.

I adore you, mon petit, and would never allow him to hurt you, no matter how gently or madly.

In reading, one should notice and fondle details.

I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.