Innocence was gone from all our acts. Our habitual state of rebellion became a serious political crime.
There is an ugliness in being paid for work one does not like.
We cannot cure the evils of politics with politics.
I have this weird obsession about buying books and looking at them with a smile, even if I won't read them soon. At least they are mine now.
Will you come down and kiss me good night?
I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them.