I wish you luck with a capital F.

'Content' is a word that has never sat well with me. Like 'maturity'. They are two words I've never liked. I think they imply some sort of decay. A settling.

There's no such thing as an original sin.

Elvis Presley and Puccini shall return.

If I am frightened then I can hide it If I am crying, I'll call it laughter If I am haunted, I'll call it my imaginary friend If I am bleeding I'll call it wine But if you leave me then I am broken And if I'm broken then only death remains

The cost of living in sin would make a poor man out of Paul Getty.

I'm just the mere shadow of my former selfishness. I crave the silhouette of your kiss.