One human nature is common to all the descendants of Adam, and it is, for all men, guilty and polluted
I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.
A woman who’s lived in a cage all her life. And hates it. Bored in there, aren’t you. Waiting for life to happen. And when it finally does, it steals from you what you loved most. So take back. Explode. Lash out. Blow up
We're translating the Kama Sutra," Barrons said, with interactive aids.
Gah, some chicks should be shot. Put out of everyone else's reproduction pool.
I love books, they're in my blood.
You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.
The mass of men serve the state thus, not as men mainly, but as machines, with their bodies.
There are not that many people who know how to edit. It's a funny tiny little obscure talent but it's very special. You have to have the feeling of popular taste.
I think what he loved about me the most was that I wasn't part of that world. But once we were together publicly, he wanted to change me into that social animal.
It's a huge Carthusian monastery, stuck down between rocks and sea, where you may imagine me, without white gloves or hair curling, as pale as ever, in a cell with such doors as Paris never had for gates. The cell is the shape of a tall coffin, with an enormous dusty vaulting, a small window. . . Bach, my scrawls and waste paper - silence - you could scream - there would still be silence. Indeed, I write to you from a strange place.