Now, One Cannot Read Nonsense With Impunity.

To Learn To Read Is To Light A Fire.

The Saints Were His Friends, And Blessed Him; The Monsters Were His Friends, And Guarded Him.

Everything Being A Constant Carnival, There Is No Carnival Left.

At The Moment When Her Eyes Closed, When All Feeling Vanished In Her, She Thought That She Felt A Touch Of Fire Imprinted On Her Lips, A Kiss More Burning Than The Red-hot Iron Of The Executioner.

The Soul In The Darkness Sins, But The Real Sinner Is He Who Caused The Darkness.