Love is the light that casts no shadow.
Love is itself an expression of strength.
Some people are born for the city. I'm not one of them.
Some of us aren't meant to belong. Some of us have to turn the world upside down and shake the hell out of it until we make our own place in it.
How long can a man live on the outside before he loses his ability to love? How long before there's no more hope?
If you're not going to get any wiser, what's the point of getting older?