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was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?

The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.

I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman -- they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence

Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.

The silvery tears of April? Youth of May? Or June that breathes out life for butterflies?

I feel confident I should have been a rebel Angel had the opportunity been mine.

How could I sleight you? How threaten to leave you? not in the spirit of a Threat to you -- no -- but in the spirit of Wretchedness in myself.

Forgive me if I wander a little this evening, for I have been all day employ'd in a very abstract Poem and I am in deep love with you—two things which must excuse me.

Pale wox I, and in vapours hid my face. Art thou, too, near such doom? vague

miserable—We can see horribly clear, in the works of such a Man his whole life, as if we were God's spies.—What

This liberal doxy must be impaled on the member of a particularly large stallion!

I bet you cook good, huh? Darlene asked. Mother doesn't cook, Ignatius said dogmatically. She burns.

Mother went out again tonight, looking like a courtesan.

Veneration of Mark Twain is one of the roots of our current intellectual stalemate.

This...is a new crutch to help you make excuses for your meaningless, impotent existence.

I don't drive. Will you kindly go away? I am waiting for my mother.

but who are we to question the motives of these giants of commerce whose whims rule the course of our nation.

I doubt whether any hack, under pressure, could pen such atrocious melodrama

It would bring all of my latent anxieties to a head, and the result, I fear, would be very ugly indeed.

This guy was a real Pscyho' Mr. Levy said. 'To you character is a psychosis, integrity is a complex. I've heard it all before.

Long years of practice and usage had made her rump an unusually versatile and dexterous thing.

The scheme is too breathtaking for the literal, liberal minx mind mired in a claustrophobic clutch of clichés.

I also told the students that, for the sake of humanity's future, I hoped that they were all sterile.

I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century.