“With wild eyes she welcomes you to the adventure.”

Someday is a romantic lie, right now is an urgent truth.

She’s got sunshine in her eyes, and it ain’t even daylight.

She’s battling things her smile will never tell you about.

May your cold nights die a warm death.

Love is wealth in the pockets of the heart.

Don’t bring her dead flowers, take her to where the flowers live.

Her light is true love, her darkness a seductive mistress.

Last night (we exchanged so much DNA) we became each other.

Soak me in your moonshine and fuck me on fire.

My day feels too damn organized, you should come over tonight and make a mess out of me.

Half my mind is sex and songs.

When they question you about my disappearance, Do not tell them I am lost inside you.

What do you do when the passion burns out? Start another fire.

Her kiss is a sun-burn that never heals.

She comes in form of blistering light : her love is a screaming sun.

Caution never wrote a love story.

I don’t go where people are. I go where the people aren’t.

Awaken with me for we only have one life it is too short to not be aligned.

Adventures are all very well in their place, but there’s a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.

Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey.

In civilizations without ships, dreams dry up, espionage takes the place of adventure and the police take the place of corsairs.

My appetite for life has returned.

I have to believe that ahead of me are entire adventures waiting to be lived, for the sun hasn’t abandoned me yet.

The adventures are calling, and I’ll go; taking the unexplored roots; planting myself in the unknown.