Anywhere is dangerous if you carry danger with you.

We were eternally divided. And it somehow seemed strange to me that this had not happened earlier, so dangerous were we to each other.

Oh what a mad business, no good can come of it, only chaos, and not just chaos but evil. How did we gradually get entangled in such a terribly dangerous shambles!

She tasted for the first time honey-sweet and dangerous happiness: dangerous because, as she before long began to learn, precarious.

What dangerous machines letters are. Perhaps it is as well that they are going out of fashion. A letter can be endlessly reread and reinterpreted, it stirs imagination and fantasy, it persists, it is red-hot evidence. It was a long time since I had received anything resembling a love letter.