You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. >>
Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, t >>
It is a short walk from the hallelujah to the hoot. >>
Being is a fiction invented by those who suffer from becoming. >>
I exist in a state of almost perpetual hysteria. >>
Nothing exists except by virtue of a disequilibrium, an injustice. All >>
The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.