Портрет Дориана Грея / The Picture of Dorian Gray

I wish I could believe that he has died some romantic death, but I can’t. He probably fell into the Seine 92  off a bus. I can see him now lying on his back in the dirty green water. During the last ten years he had not been painting well

“I have never searched for happiness. Who wants happiness? I have searched for pleasure.”

He could smell opium and he smiled with pleasure

He hated London. He hated life. He wanted to forget everything. He wanted opium

“I know what pleasure is,” cried Dorian Gray. “It is to worship someone.”

But Juliet was a beautiful young actress. She was about seventeen years old.

Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man’s face. It cannot be concealed

Women were laughing loudly and their voices sounded horrible

My first passionate love letter was to a dead girl

“Come to the club with Basil and myself. We will smoke cigarettes and drink to the beauty of Sibyl Vane. She is beautiful. What more do you want? Who cares if your wife can’t act. 48  She’s beautiful. That’s enough