There are days when I'm alone with my thoughts, which is to say, not alone enough.
Love is at first a set of delusions, which, as time goes by, are discarded like training wheels, and you love truly.
Do not mistake probability for truth, for it is a notorious liar.
Sign over the gates of hell: "Doesn't mean you're a bad person."
Love is a condition where the world seems to be standing still, and it's you who are spinning on your axis.
On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me.