"It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it."
"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."
"I can’t stand my own mind."
"Life is the farce we are all forced to endure."
"He put his mouth over mine crushing it—some kisses seem to draw the very soul out of one’s body—his do mine. I feel all my heart swooning at the touch of his mouth—my soul dies a hundred million deaths when his breath is on my face and neck."
"I smell blood and an era of prominent madmen."
"It was possible, therefore, to commit a sin without knowing that you committed it, without wanting to commit it, and without being able to avoid it. Sin was not necessarily something that you did: it might be something that happened to you. I do not want to claim that this idea flashed into my mind as a complete novelty at this very moment, under the blows of Sambo’s cane: I must have had glimpses of it even before I left home, for my early childhood had not been altogether happy. But at any rate this was the great, abiding lesson of my boyhood: that I was in a world where it was not possible for me to be good."