I want to take a trip to Shakespeare’s brain and vacation there with his thoughts may be I also start writing about twisted love and betrayals.

Don’t mock my suggestions, Ridley – one day in the near future, they might just save your life.” Maxwell D. Kalist.

die Schwachen ein,” – the vulnerable one – after he cried like a child when he sliced two, thin strips of skin off his own index finger using a cheese grater (accidentally) one night when...

Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people – and not to be dragged downwards into the underworld we all regularly inhabit?

She lit my soul and inhaled deeplyFlicking my ashes occasionally.

His manhood sways briefly, then comes to a standstill.

Some people call me sick and twisted. I feel that I’m neither; I am instead a Romantic.

Stop flirting,” he tells her, but he looks at her breasts and thinks, The girls with the bruises in the sex films are just dead dolls, but this pretty toy is alive.

Obelmäker is a deeply fearful person and terribly indecisive. Even when he makes a choice, it’s usually bad.

And don’t drop food.

I think to myself: I don’t want to survive this oneI want to burn up in the wreckage

Baumauer secretly fears Kalist – and Kalist knows it.

The visual of Satan isn’t one of a big red devil with horns. Even worse, it’s the picture of something good, twisted enough to be compelling.

He’s in a side room alone with her and it’s far too fucking hot.

An overnight bag with the company logo – a white silhouette of a finch (which once perched on the curved back of a stallion representing cofounder, Orwell, but has now been ‘adjusted’) – sits motionless...