Look, I hold myself in very high regard; so shove your opinions of me up your's because I love myself.

What progress we are making. In the Middle Ages they would have burned me. Now they are content with burning my books.

You've maddened me for you...have changed everything. So, I'm going to f*ck you long and hard, beauty, because if I'm to be enslaved by you-I want to be your master as well.

The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.

Written By Harold Pinter

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