The Enemy Of A Love Is Never

I Have Seen Romanticism Outlast The Realistic. I Have Seen Men Forget The Beautiful Women They Have Possessed, Forget The Prostitutes, And Remember The First Woman They Idolized, The Woman They Could Never Have. The Woman Who Aroused Them Romantically Holds Them.

The Love Of Only One Man Or One Woman Is An Enclosure.

One Handles Truths Like Dynamite. Literature Is One Vast Hypocrisy, A Giant Deception, Treachery. All Writers Have Concealed More Than They Revealed.

The Way To Recognize A Dead Word Is That It Exudes Boredom.

He Does Not Need Opium. He Has The Gift Of Reverie.