Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.
Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.
Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.
The finest act of seeing is necessarily always the act of not seeing something else.
Youth always tries to fill the void, an old man learns to live with it.
It is hungry, it it immortal. Worse, it knows nothing of whim.