I Am Dead. I Have

You Have To Be Very Fond Of Men. Very, Very Fond. You Have To Be Very Fond Of Them To Love Them. Otherwise They're Simply Unbearable.

It’s Not That You Have To Achieve Anything, It’s That You Have To Get Away From Where You Are.

I Suddenly Remember Something I've Been Told About Fear. That Amid A Hail Of Machine Gun Fire You Notice The Existence Of Your Skin.

All That Remains Of That Minute Is Time In All Its Purity, Bone-white Time.

That She Had So Completely Recovered Her Sanity Was A Source Of Sadness To Her. One Should Never Be Cured Of One's Passion.