“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”
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“Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.”
― The Complete Stories and Poems
“Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.”
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