I am a winged creature who is too rarely allowed to use its wings. Ecstasies do not occur often enough.
If you can't create, you destroy.
There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.
The way to recognize a dead word is that it exudes boredom.
... only love begets love.
perhaps the only magician we have is the artist.