lies. lies. lies.

Sometimes you have to lose your mind before you come to your senses.

You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation… and that is called loving. Well then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is only your aversion to it that hurts, nothing else.

Night air, good conversation, and a sky full of stars can heal almost any wound.

It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.

If I love you, it means we share the same fantasies, the same madness.

And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.