You have to be lonely to be a writer
Darkness is drawn to light, but light does not know it; light must absorb the darkness and therefore meet its own extinguishment.
Promiscuity is the death of love.
Kindness. The most unkind thing of all.
After that dark woman you search for someone who will fit into the irregular corners of your heart.
I know the mistake I am making. I see the exits in life.