Of Course I Think Of

I Have Been Loved,' She Said, 'by Something Strange, And It Has Forgotten Me.

Life Is Painful, Nasty And Short.. In My Case It Has Only Been Painful And Nasty.

The Heart Of The Jealous Knows The Best And Most Satisfying Love, That Of The Other's Bed, Where The Rival Perfects The Lover's Imperfections.

Why Is It That Whenever I Hear Music I Think I’m A Bride?

Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh Is On Them. Stretch It As Thin As The Temple Flesh Of An Ailing Woman And Still It Serves To Ache The Bone And To Move The Bone About; And In Like Manner The Night Is A Skin Pulled Over The Head Of Day That The Day May Be In A Torment. We Will Find No Comfort Until The Night Melts Away; Until The Fury Of The Night Rots Out Its Fire.