Atrophy Of Feeling Creates Criminals.

I Am A Winged Creature Who Is Too Rarely Allowed To Use Its Wings. Ecstasies Do Not Occur Often Enough.

Only The United Beat Of Sex And Heart Together Can Create Ecstasy.

Although I Love A Rich Life, I Hate An Overcrowded Life. I Believe In Rumination And Lose Half The Beauty Of All Things When I Am Deprived Of The Time To Ruminate.

I Spell 'god' With A Small 'g' Because I Do Not Believe In Him, But I Love To Swear By Him.

We Did Not Touch Each Other. We Were Both Leaning Over The Abyss.