Study me as much as you like, you will not know me, for I differ in a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.

Love is language that cannot be said, or heard.

Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains...

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

My souls sits in silence, and then asks again, where are you in all of this?

Walk out like someone suddenly born into colour. Do it now.

O tongue you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.