high on madness

Can I take your name, please, love? Dawson. Rose Dawson.

papa, didn’t you say that we spencers were distantly related to anne boleyn? yes, i read all about her. they even wrote a poem: “she married the king of england, and the king chopped off her head because he met another woman, and he wanted her to be queen—instead.”

I’ve never told you this and it probably means you’ll have to fire me, but… well actually, I’m in love with you. Yes, I mean… I mean in that way. Completely. And I know, I know you don’t see me in that way. It’s perfectly fine. I’m a grown-up. I just thought I’d lighten the gloom with something totally unexpected.

You sold your soul to the devil when you put on your first pair of Jimmy Choos, I saw it.

I like killing people because it is so much fun. It is more fun than killing wild game in the forest, because man is the most dangerous animal of all. To kill something is the most thrilling experience. It is even better than getting your rocks off with a girl. The best part of it is that when I die, I will be reborn in paradise and all that I have killed will become my slaves. I will not give you my name because you will try to slow down or stop my collecting of slaves for my afterlife.

And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times.

Some years from now, when I have forgotten you and other romances like this one have recurred through sheer habit, I will remember you as a symbol of love’s forgetfulness. This affair will remind me how horrible forgetting is.

You don’t know why you are attracted to some people and not others. The only thing you really know is you either are attracted or you’re not.