historia mundi;

though the sex to which i belong is considered weak, you will nevertheless find me a rock that bends to no wind.

pray, madam, allow me to govern my own kingdom as i please.

what do you want, felice? – you. all of you. everything! but i’d be satisfied with one single moment, so perfect, it would last a lifetime. for example, this one. this one here is great. i don’t want forever. i want now. now! now! now! i want loads of ‘nows’ and i want them til i turn old and grey. and besides, i want more cake.

i dress for the image. not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men.

stand up for what you believe in, even if you are standing alone.

even during the celebration of the mass, when our prayers should be purer, lewd visions of those pleasures take such a hold upon my unhappy soul that my thoughts are on their wantonness instead of on prayers. i should be groaning over the sins i have committed, but i can only sigh for what i have lost.