Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.
For several long moments we remained locked together, and I think I covered her hair with small sacred kisses, her perfume crucifying me with memories.
Obsession led me to write. It's been that way with every book I've ever written. I become completely consumed by a theme, by characters, by a desire to meet a challenge.
Oh, but when love is reached through suffering, it has a power it can never gain through innocence.
And through the gloom I saw that mortal boy watching me, and I smelled the hot aroma of his flesh.
Hoping for something is not the same as expecting it.