So, here you are
too foreign for home
too foreign for here.
Never enough for both.

There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

And as you lie dying in the dank darkness, what will you think about in your loneliness?

Don't set yourself on fire to keep others warm.

How do I feel when I no longer know the shape of my heart? what do I dream when I've lost the language of hope?

Our eyes had the most devilish affair;
Meeting in secrecy in a room full of people.

Bodies are easy to come by,
souls are not.

Falling in love is glamorous hell.

It's just that I belong in the quietest quiet,
that's what's right for me.

She was a gentle sort of horror.

Awake, free, disappointed by reality,
he takes refuge in the dream again.

You have to fail a little, die a little, go insane a little, to come out the other side.

The ironic tragedy is that life has to be lived forward but only makes sense in reverse.

I cover my eyes to see your picture in my mind.

One never forgets the taste of certain tears.

She was pointing at the moon,
but I was looking at her hand.

My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears.

She was in a reverie of sweet remembrance.

The whisper of the autumn in the maples was pleading. Die with me.

The silence is not an absence of sound
but a music for sensible souls.

Do you still perform autopsies on conversations you had lives ago?