“1939. Love rages. It cries out from you, seething and red; I come back for more and more.”
“It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are nourished by it. Shudder and cling and cry out-and come back for more.”
“I love you, but I love the past even more. I long for it, I long for it, I am consumed with longing for it. The past! I shall cry, I shall suffer because the past will never come back again.”
“I'm seething with rage, yet I can't show it.”
“You deserve to know that I love you, more than I ever intended to, more than I ever thought I could love someone whom I admittedly barely know. It's the dumbest love there is, love that doesn't come back -- to you.”
“If only my heart could abstainfrom love.The more I seethe with desireThe more I seem to attract.”