It Was Not An Adventure;

And As We Stray Further From Love, We Multiply The Words. Had We Remained Together We Could Have Become A Silence.

Love Is Like A Reservoir Of Kindness And Pleasure, Like Silos And Pools During A Siege.

Even If A Poet Writes About Sitting In A Glass House Drinking Tea, It Reflects Politics.

The World Of Religion Isn't A Logical World; That's Why Children Like It. It's A World Of Worked-out Fantasies, Very Similar To Children's Stories Or Fairy Tales.

What Are You Going To Do Now? You'll Collect Loves Like Stamps. You've Got Doubles And No One Will Trade With You. And You've Got Damaged Ones.