I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet".

Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze,
I cannot get out, said the starling).

Don't touch me; I'll die if you touch me.

My little cup brims with tiddles.

..."offensive" is frequently but a synonym for "unusual"...

Good by-aye!" she chanted, my American sweet immortal dead love; for she is dead and immortal if you are reading this.