Tropical nights are hammocks for lovers.
I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love.
I love your silences, they are like mine.
Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate. I hate murderously.
Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.
If one's conscious life is too rigid, too regimented, then the surface may crack at times, and we are unprepared for the strange emotions or sensations we experience.