I'm Only Twenty-five. If I've Made A

She Had No Mercy. He Looked At Her Neck And Thought How He Would Like To Jab It With The Knife He Had For His Muffin. He Knew Enough Anatomy To Make Pretty Certain Of Getting The Carotid Artery. And At The Same Time He Wanted To Cover Her Pale, Thin Face With Kisses.

I Thought It Was Only In Revealed Religion That A Mistranslation Improved The Sense.

A Good Style Should Show No Signs Of Effort. What Is Written Should Seem A Happy Accident.

A Woman Can Forgive A Man For The Harm He Does Her...but She Can Never Forgive Him For The Sacrifices He Makes On Her Account.

[money] Is The String With Which A Sardonic Destiny Directs The Motions Of Its Puppets.