I love the excesses of beauty, there is never enough sunlight in the world I will live in, never enough room for love..

I deny the fact that when I kill time, time is actually killing me.

He was a poet -oh all men are when they're in love..

Forgetting: that, too, was the heart's slow way of healing, but it could only be done alone. Love and loss turns us into the most solitary of creatur….

Love is a fragile, useless thing. It decomposes easily in the tropic heat..