Maybe I'll obey the rules. Some of them, anyway. What are you going to do if I don't by the way, and haven't I asked you this before?

To be this happy is to be miserable, to feel this satisfaction is to burn.

Tell me how bad I am... it makes me feel so good.

I don't like myself, you know. I love myself, of course. I'm devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.

“Love and love and love in this vampire kiss.”

Go ahead, throw this book away. Spit on me. Revile me. I dare you. Cast me out of your intellectual orbit. Throw me out of your back-pack. Pitch me in the airport trash bin. Leave me on a bench in Central Park! What do I care? No. I don’t want you to do all that. Don’t do that. DON’T DO IT!