“Is it love that really binds us? isn’t lust the first to find us? Was my heart so fucking worthless that you threw it all behind us?”

Poems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.

You know the marks of my skin better than anyone else. I’d be lying if I didn’t say you’ve made a few yourself.

The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.

Its been a while since a new face learned my favorite things.

I can take care of myself but still its nice knowing you love me enough to do the same.

If fire wasn’t bad enough the gods gave us love so if flames failed to burn us down we had each other still.

When you’ve been hurt so many times every reaching hand looks hungry not helpful.

I am tired of being the frontline to other peoples war if i must die today may it be for myself.

Your happiness doesn’t need permission from someone else.

She undresses like honey In a half emptied bottle, it is warm it is good it is god.

Down to earth but she stayed an angel.

Mouths open and very close catching sounds inside our throats.

Listening-it is a love I cherish well.

Skin is just the softest cage.

Dear hands, Don’t let them tell you art is a hopeless pursuit art my friends is pursuing light for the hopeless.

When I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.

I created Batman about 10 years before Ian Fleming created James Bond.

My favorite Bond films are the really early ones, the first ones in fact, like ‘Dr. No’ and ‘From Russia with Love.’

If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment.

Teach us to pray that we may cause The enemy to flee, That we his evil power may bind, His prisoners to free.

Before a man can bind the enemy, he must know there is nothing binding him.

Everyone talks about how they knew the Bond films were going to be a success, but it simply isn’t true.

Binding the deepest soils with the farthest stars.

As a result of a kiss, there arises in the mind a wonderful feeling of delight that awakens and binds together the love of them that kiss.