I Know No Joy As Great As

I Do Not Want To Be The Leader. I Refuse To Be The Leader. I Want To Live Darkly.

Our Love Lives Because I Live.

I Am Only Responsible For My Own Heart, You Offered Yours Up For The Smashing My Darling. Only A Fool Would Give Out Such A Vital Organ

I Am Aware Of Being In A Beautiful Prison, From Which I Can Only Escape By Writing.

Is Devotion To Others A Cover For The Hungers And The Needs Of The Self, Of Which One Is Ashamed? I Was Always Ashamed To Take. So I Gave. It Was Not Virtue. It Was A Disguise.