Abruptly he thrust his snow-drenched leather gloves against my cheeks. I dodged. A raw carnal feeling blazed up within me, branding my cheeks. I felt myself staring at him with crystal clear eyes... From that time on I was in love with Omi.

Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood.

True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.

Abruptly he thrust his snow-drenched leather gloves against my cheeks. I dodged. A raw carnal feeling blazed up within me, branding my cheeks. I felt myself staring at him with crystal clear eyes... From that time on I was in love with Omi.

There isn't any fear in existence itself, or any uncertainty, but living creates it.

I had no taste for defeat - much less victory - without a fight.

When silence is prolonged over a certain period of time, it takes on new meaning.