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Maybe...you'll Fall In Love With Me All Over Again." "hell," I Said, "i Love You Enough Now. What Do You Want To Do? Ruin Me?" "yes. I Want To Ruin You." "good," I Said. "that's What I Want Too.

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Maybe...you'll Fall In Love With Me All Over Again." "hell," I Said, "i Love You Enough Now. What Do You Want To Do? Ruin Me?" "yes. I Want To Ruin You." "good," I Said. "that's What I Want Too.

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Decadence Is A Difficult Word To Use Since It Has Become Little More Than A Term Of Abuse Applied By Critics To Anything They Do Not Yet Understand Or Which Seems To Differ From Their Moral Concepts.

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An Intelligent Man Is Sometimes Forced To Be Drunk To Spend Time With His Fools.

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The Only Decent Bone In Her Body Was Mine.

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I Felt Very Lonely When They Were All There.

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There Is Nothing To Writing. All You Do Is Sit Down At A Typewriter And Bleed.

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If You Have A Success, You Have It For The Wrong Reasons. If You Become Popular It Is Always Because Of The Worst Aspects Of Your Work.

Critics Are Men Who Watch A Battle From A High Place Then Come Down And Shoot The Survivors.

The Best Way To Find Out If You Can Trust Somebody Is To Trust Them.

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