... in order to be a true revolutionary, you must understand love. Love, sacrifice, and death.
The words loved me and I loved them in return.
No. Don't never go looking for love girl. Just wait. It'll come. Like the rain fallin' from the heaven, it'll come. Just don't never give up on love.
Art... reacts to or reflects the culture it springs from.
Come windless invader I am a carnival of Stars, a poem of blood.
I shall become, I shall become a collector of me. And put meat on my soul.