You will fall with me as a stone in the grave

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

Love is a clash of lightnings

In this part of the story I am the one whodies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

By night, beloved, tie your heart to mineand let them both in dreams defeat the darkness

You are the trembling of time, that passesbetween vertical light and darkened sky,

You, in bloom, heart, beloved, you are like the foliage of the sky over my eyesand I look at you lying on the earth

In the end, we begin.

The only thing I ever wanted to be was a cartoonist. That's my Life. DRAWING.

Jesus was a friend and not a judge. He loved the sinners as much as He loved the little ones. That man was love and not an act

Show business is and has always been a depraved carnival.

I knew if I waited around long enough something like this would happen.

The trouble with born-again Christians is that they are an even bigger pain the second time around.

The thing that's changed the most has just been the rapid technology.

There is a vital connection between satyagraha and charkha, and the more I find that belief challenged, the more I am confirmed in it.

They say I get into too many bunkers. But is no problem. I am the best bunker player.