“World wide conversions; hospitals became temples where souls went to die.”

Though the heart loves it is the mind that commits such passions to memory.

My heart was a nameless place, but you came and called it home.

For years you were my sun. But after nothing was said and done I ventured to other galaxies. Now your memory is nothing but a dim star.

You came at a time when love and attachment were synonymous to me. But oh how things have changed.

You deflowered me. Still I blossomed.

She was enigmatic and sublime, sacred like Holy Fire on hallowed grounds.

I should’ve examined your intentions like leukocytes under a microscope, and protected my heart against your infectious pathological lies.

Homeboy was the apple of my eye, now he’s the onion that makes me cry.

Roses are red, Violets are blue, sunsets like this remind me of you.

Freedom is a mystic voyage we must embark on. A journey that swallows us into the oesophagus of aching dreams, until we reach the belly of hope.

The whole of life is but a moment of time. It is our duty, therefore to use it, not to misuse it.

People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

Life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim.

In my experience, men who respond to good fortune with modesty and kindness are harder to find than those who face adversity with courage.

I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.

No man chooses evil because it is evil; he just mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.

He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn’t occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.

Science is what you know, philosophy is what you don’t know.