Even in the grave, all is not lost.

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

There is no beauty without some strangeness

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.

The believer is happy. The doubter is wise.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

Bodies lay strewn all around. Turkish and Wallachian warriors caught up in the intimate indiscriminate embrace of death.

Is that your cheap way of telling me you want to kiss

Be the chief but never the lord.

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

You know what? I don't care. I'm my own guy. I'm very secure with my sexuality. I can cry anytime I want.

Sometimes it may be something I hear in the news that affects me.

Kisses kept are wasted; love is to be tasted.

I'm always in love. If it's not with a man, it's something else. I love beauty. I love the sky I see outside the window. There's so much beauty in the world.

I don't know about you, but I call impromptu vomiting harm.

The notion that a story has a message assumes that it can be reduced to a few abstract words, neatly summarized in a school or college examination paper or a brisk critical review.