“After my head has been chopped off, will I still be able to hear, at least for a moment, the sound of my own blood gushing from my neck? That would be the pleasure to end all pleasures.”
“Still the most intense pleasure's but a splinter of ice on the gallons of lava that gush from my cracked heart.”
“That young girl is one of the least benightedly unintelligent organic life forms it has been my profound lack of pleasure not to be able to avoid meeting.”
“Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author's words reverberating in your head.”
“Moaning, delirious with my own pleasure. I know that I'm selling my soul to him at this very moment.”
“The only sound I'll hear after that will be my own breathing, and the sound of the smell, of my footsteps”