I could wish for nothing more than to die for a childish dream in which I truly believed..

I could have sworn that the man's eyes were no longer watching his daughter dying in agony, that instead the gorgeous colors of flames and the sight ….

I have no conscience at all -- least of all an artistic conscience. All I have is nerves..

It is unfortunate for the gods that, unlike us, they cannot commit suicide..

A man sometimes devotes his life to a desire which he is not sure will ever be fulfilled. Those who laugh at this folly are, after all, no more than ….

17. Butterfly A butterfly fluttered its wings in a wind thick with the smell of seaweed. His dry lips felt the touch of the butterfly for the briefes….

Chained inside the carriage is a sinful woman. When we set the carriage afire, her flesh will be roasted, her bones will be charred: she will die an ….

No matter how accomplished one might be in any branch of learning or art, one would have to be condemned to hell, if on where not endowed with th fiv….

I may be a lunatic, but then, wasn't my lunacy caused by a monster that lurks at the bottom of every human mind? Those who call me a madman and spurn….

He felt so lost, he said later, that the familiar studio felt like a haunted valley deep in the mountains, with the smell of rotting leaves, the spra….

Yes -- or rather, it's not so much that I want to die as that I'm tired of living..

I don't have the strength to keep writing this. To go on living with this feeling is painful beyond description. Isn't there someone kind enough to s….

I have heard unsavory rumors about you and the umbrella-maker's daughter.

Isn't there someone kind enough to come strangle me in my sleep?.

..he understood far more deeply than anyone else the loneliness that lurked beneath his jaunty mask..

As you can imagine, those who had fallen this far had been so worn down by their tortures in the seven other hells that they no longer had the streng….