You should have died when I killed you.

Kill nothing but time.

I think we ought to let him hang there, let him twist slowly, slowly in the wind.

Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.

Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.

Love is whatever you can still betray ... Betrayal can only happen if you love.