i wanted to destroy you.you are mine to ruin.something so beautifulshould only exist for me.

we talk of plans that are going to happen.we talk of the future, as if we know we will last.there is a sort of comfort in that.

every choice i have ever made after you existedhas been dependent on exactlyhow close i can have you next to meand how long i can get you to stay.

let your love cover me like skin.i want the whole world to see.

we talk of plans that are going to happen.we talk of the future, as if we know we will last.there is a sort of comfort in that.

you came in slowly like the fogand consumed me.

i want so much to touch youwhere my hands cannot.

some people are so deepyou fall into themand you never stop falling.

i swallowed the syllables of your nameand i was full.

you came in slowly like the fog and consumed me.

be waryof the boys whoonly ever tellhalf-thruthsbecause theywill only ever be half in lovewith you-slay those dragons

Egos clash. That's the nature of egos.Treat these outbursts as sneezing fits.

I could try to care, but I ain't sure it's worth the bother.

Force is all-conquering but its victories are short-lived.

I want you to know that it is pleasure, not pain, that is your birthright.

Everybody thinks that this civilization has lasted a very long time but it really does take very few grandfathers' granddaughters to take us back to the dark ages.

When you're writing a novel, you're still telling a story. But you're telling it very differently. It's a craft like anything else.

Beauty lies in harmony, not in contrast; and harmony is refinement; therefore, there must be a fineness of the senses if we are to appreciate harmony.

The core of common culture is religion. Tribes survive and flourish because they have gods, who fuse many wills into a single will, and demand and reward the sacrifices on which social life depends.

Only one in four jokes ever works, and I still can't predict what people will laugh at.