Je pensais de meme que notre jeunesse etait finie et le bonheur manqué. I thought too that our youth was over and we had failed to find happiness.

I’d rather count to one billion, than waste my time thinking I could count on you.

My #love stories have happy endings, because I stop the tales before dejection, dementia, and death occur.

Only pain can define the meaning of tears.

There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, ‘Do trousers matter?'””The mood will pass, sir.

Loneliness, dejection, the contempt or pity of people around you–these are unpleasant feelings. But they are precisely the things that produce genuine Dark Ones.

I had never seen a woman in such despair before. It was worse than death, it was a constant longing for death and a constant rejection of life. She lived like darkness in her own...