Get Thee Behind Me, Tragedy.

You Look Good To Me, You Damnable Little Devil, Good To Embrace And Good To Love.

The Evil Of One Murder Is Infinite, And My Guilt Is Like My Beauty - Eternal. I Cannot Be Forgiven, For There Is No One To Forgive Me For All I've Done.

As For Oblivion, Well, We Can Wait A Little While For That.

An Intoxication With Forbidden Knowledge In Which The Natural Things Become Unimportant.

‎there's No Way To Cheat A Sensualist Like Me, Somebody Who Can Die Laughing For Hours Over The Pattern Of The Carpet In A Hotel Lobby.