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Have you ever noticed [...] that gay people secrete everything in each other's presence but tears? [...]The only sign of tenderness they never secrete in each other's presence. They come, piss and shit together, but they cry alone!

But love was like drinking seawater [...]. The more he made love the more he desired the replicas of his current lover he inevitably found on every corner.

Artists are unhappy because they are not interested in happiness; they live for beauty.