Life, like that water droplet, is everlasting and imperishable. There is only a transition, never an end !

Some sinister secret lay buried in the heart of the graveyard!

I angle my head down and peer up at him through my lashes in what I hope is an alluring manner. I have zero experience in this area though, so it’s possible I look like a total moron.

Even after she was gone, he passed her place each day: something white in a high window - not a face, but the white belly of a pigeon beating its wingsagainst the pane in the boarded-up house.

It's a shame there has to be a tragedy before the best in people will finally shine.

I believe that love that is true and real creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving, or not loving well, which is the same thing.

The thing for me though, is that songs are good depending on the memories I have with them.

I'm not running away, I'm moving on.

Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.

I have high hopes of smashing my name into history so violently that it will take a legendary form even if all books are destroyed.

If I just concentrate I can walk into memory's store and find the right shelf with the right film and disappear into it.

Once you start thinking about the lies people tell when they don't know they're telling them, the truths people reveal when they think they're lying, then you can start to build a world.