Then it is dark; it is a night where kings in golden suits ride elephants over the mountains.
Only the opium eater truly understands the pain of death.
How can a people who do not mean to understand death hope to understand love, and who will sound the alarm?
I can't write without a reader. It's precisely like a kiss - you can't do it alone.
You can't expect to communicate with anyone if you're a bore.
When the beginnings of self destruction enter the heart, it seems no bigger than a grain of sand.