“For – as everyone knows – in libertinism bad taste is a potent force. ("A Woman's Vengeance")”
“The woman didn't taste bad, but she tasted wrong. She smelled good, but it wasn't right.”
“In order to create there must be a dynamic force, and what force is more potent than love?”
“Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!”
“Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.”
“My world slips away and I again taste vengeance on my tongue.”