“I am my hearts undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.”

“I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry.I cried because you wouldn't let me speak.I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine.I shone because I thought you loved me...”

“My reasons to liveWere my reasons to dieBut at least they were mineNow I've freedom unboundCut the laces of life”

“You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.”

“It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.”

“Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors...Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat...What then was music created for?Was...”

“When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth.”

“Sometimes I feel like we're a knot, too tangled to be taken apart.”

“Memories of lost love they do enpain,Fleeting images of what once was never again to gain.Hold tight those memories that slip through the mind, To walk in those fields again with hera dream divi...”

“As she left the cold arena Angel had to laugh,Beaten by that of a wisp girl and her subliming cunning craft.Jove lay silent in his orbit; brooding, deep, dreamless forweep,And faithful dog Sirius r...”