“You see, nothing matters except pleasure - which is the opposite of happiness, its tragic part, I expect.”

“Music is only love looking for words.”

“And I saw her as a sad thirtieth child of Valentine that fell, not as Lucifer rebelling against God, but because she too passionately wanted to be united with him! All things in excess become sin.”

“Art like life is an open secret.”

“I dont believe one reads to escape reality. A person reads to confirm a reality he knows is there, but which he has not experienced.”

“How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.”

“Sometimes I feel like we're a knot, too tangled to be taken apart.”

“Memories of lost love they do enpain,Fleeting images of what once was never again to gain.Hold tight those memories that slip through the mind, To walk in those fields again with hera dream divi...”

“As she left the cold arena Angel had to laugh,Beaten by that of a wisp girl and her subliming cunning craft.Jove lay silent in his orbit; brooding, deep, dreamless forweep,And faithful dog Sirius r...”