The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.

Be suspicious of what you want.

Pure souls, didn’t I tell you not to be seduced by this colorful world for I am the Ultimate Painter.

Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

Earth tries to work sorcery on us, saying Tomorrow, Tomorrow, but we outwit that spell by enjoying this now.

Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.