It is impossible for human beings, constituted as they are, both to fight and to have ideals.

“Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder.I sob, I s…”

“I exist only in the soles of my feet and in the tired muscles of my thighs. We …”

“By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He …”

“For now that Aphra Behn had done it, girls could go to their parents and say, Y…”