“To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast must I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lie must I maintain? In what blood tread?”— Arthur Rimbaud
“I didn't want to live and I didn't want him to live. I'd rather that we were both dead.”— Ruth Ellis
“O eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death.”— Thomas Kyd
“Is it in this lone room, this narrow room, / That I must work and weep, and live and die?”— Amy Levy
“They've taken my place; they've taken my money; they've taken my mistress! What have I left?”— Pierre-Augustin Caron de Beaumarchais
“What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes?”— Edgar Lee Masters
“I have traversed this bottomless night, and all the light and all the joy of my life went out.”— Janos Bolyai
“After being hunted like a dog through swamps, woods, and last night being chased by gunboats till I was forced to return wet, cold, and starving, with every man's hand against me, I am here in despair.”— John Wilkes Booth