Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better

We all have to die a bit every now and then and usually it's so gradual that we end up more alive than ever. Infinitely old and infinitely alive.

For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.

Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.

Every hundred feet the world changes

The pain, or the memory of pain, that here was literally sucked away by something nameless until only a void was left. The knowledge that this question was possible: pain that turns finally into emptiness. The knowledge that the same equation applied to everything, more or less.

In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we're no more than castrated cats