My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so >>
How beautiful maleness is, if it finds its right expression. >>
I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies -- thinkin >>
Butterflies... not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, myster >>
Long after the bomb falls and you and your good deeds are gone, cockro >>
Of what use, however, is a general certainty that an insect will not w >>
That is your trick, your bit of filthy magic: invisibility, and the anaesthetic power to deaden my attention in your direction.