I love my wife, feel sorry for her and (am) confused by her behavior. I'd like to have the freedom to bury my children, and help Paula in any way possible.

She was probably suffering loneliness due to the physical separation in the last months. The lady that is believed to be my girlfriend is nothing else but my landlord.

If someone is not treating you in a way that you like, remember that there are so many nice people out there. The problem is that when you love someone, you make excuses for that kind of behavior.

If somebody says, ''I love you,'' to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? ''I love you, too. ''

I love shocking people.

All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the loudest to theorize on freedom, but the least free of all.