It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.

She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.

You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.

She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.

this was the wonderful thing about strangers. they were big blank pieces of paper, you could draw watever you like on their impresionable surfaces

As an artist, you can never get what you want. What you do never approaches what you want it to be.

I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.