[...] and I switched to English literature, where so many frustrated poets end as pipe-smoking teachers in tweeds.

A new baby! Why, Scarlett, this is a surprise!” he laughed, leaning down to push the blanket away from Ella Lorena's small ugly face." - Rhett Butler

I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are.

He was still furious at Quinn, but they were—literally—all in the same boat now.

I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.

A thousand years ago five minutes were
Equal to forty ounces of fine sand.
Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime and
Infinite aftertime: above your head
They close like giant wings, and you are dead.