I talk to God but the sky is empty.
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness
Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell.… (read more)
The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm
You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you… (read more)
We are easily shocked by crimes which appear at once in their full magnitude, but the gradual growth of our… (read more)
Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
As to the deceit perpetrated upon women, let it pass, for, when love is in the way, men and women… (read more)