How Easy It Was To Lie When

Honesty, For Me, Is Usually The Worst Policy Imaginable.

The Night Was A Time For Bestial Affinities, For Drawing Closer To Oneself.

How Was It Possible To Be Afraid And In Love... The Two Things Did Not Go Together. How Was It Possible To Be Afraid, When The Two Of Them Grew Stronger Together Every Day? And Every Night. Every Night Was Different, And Every Morning. Together They Possessed A Miracle.

Every Man Is His Own Law Court And Punishes Himself Enough.

I Find The Public Passion For Justice Quite Boring And Artificial.