… and we are in bed together laughing and we don’t care about anything.

love be damned now as love was damned when it first arrived.

We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

People just don't know how to write down a simple easy line. It's difficult for them; it's like trying to keep a hard-on while drowning - not many can do it.

Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.

My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. ~ Falsely yours

A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.