My achievement, certainly quite remarkable, is to have raised the drunken monologue to a literary form.

I am the tide at full moon--the deliverer of bonemusic.

The deep thoughts that dwell in that silent heart.

I am such a strange mélangé of good and evil that it would be difficult to describe me.

...for being a beastly woman, she does not sweat.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

Cambridge University did not allow the keeping of dogs, so Byron kept a bear named Bruin.

Even as you distract yourself with colored lights, your soul still lingers on my morning lips.

Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.

I just poisoned your tea, would you like another cup?

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

True, I was unfit for England; if false, England was unfit for me.

Solitude should teach us how to die.

Never be addicted to any one thing. ...multiple addiction overlap is always more interesting.

Mary Shelley is such a buzz kill.

Adversity is the first path to truth.

One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.

Goodbye my dear followers... Been a great five years!