“Apart from the faint odor of ink that pervaded the scene, it might have been real.”
“The written word might as well have been my veins, and ink my blood.”
“Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.There is no happiness like mine.I have been eating poetry.”
“Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his love.”
“Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished forever.”
“But I think, personally, that it would be worse to have been alone all that time. Sure, maybe I would have protected my heart from some things, but would that really have been better? To hold myself apart because I was too scared that something might no be forever?”