The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
I succeeded in bewitching a fair number and in being intoxicated with my mistakes.
Don't for a moment believe He was killing the young; He was costuming angels.
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love
The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.
Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for.