"Her body hovered delicately on the last edge of childhood-she was almost eighteen, nearly complete, but the dew was still on her."~F. Scott Fitzgerald Tender Is The Night
"Her growing impatience and strain of their long-distance relationship made Zelda unsettled and anxious. She developed the nervous habit of biting on the inside of her mouth and lips."~Kendall Taylor Sometimes Madness Is Wisdom
"I worship him. When I see him lying naked, I feel like saying mass on his chest."~Jean Genet Our Lady Of The Flowers
"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Loo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita."~Vladimir Nabokov Lolita
Poor child, Poor child, Beautiful and bruised.
Poor child, Pure child, Virginal and used.
Her hair, Her smile, Her eyes, So tender
Her heart, Her soul, Her life, So broken. How much more must she endure?
Poor child, Poor child, Sensitive and hard. One more girl forever scarred.