Hell's Bells ringing, my secret music.

Claudia... you've been a very very naughty little girl.

We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.

I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.

Yes, I know," "And I love to hear you say it, Louis. I need to hear you say it. I don't think anyone will ever say it quite like you do. Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!

I find at moments I'm as fragile as glass.

Suppose death had a heart to love and to release you, to whom would he turn this passion, would you chose a person from the crowd there. A person to suffer as you suffer.