Weep for the lives your wishes never led.
Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.
Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep
Criticism should be a casual conversation.
Fame often makes a writer vain, but seldom makes him proud.
Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love nor stop me from wishing it were.